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My alarm clock rang suddenly in my ear and my eyes snapped open. It was time to yet again face the torture of all tourtures, the Hell of all Hells! Or school if you want to call it that.

I slumpped down the stares to the Kitchen where my mom was already bustling around making breakfast.

"Hungry?" she asked. I grunted in response.

"Good" she said. Over the years she had learned to interpret my body language. "I'm making pancakes."

"Mom why don't I just write us a five star breakfast and save you the trouble" I muttered. My mom was too busy for her own good.

"That wouldn't be any fun for me now would it?" my mom replied. I didn't complain. My moms cooking beat any food birthed from ink and paper any day.

I finished my pancakes quickly and hurried up stairs. After quickly combing through my short black hair and rubbing all the sleep from my pale blue eyes I grabbed my notebook and my pen from my desk.

I never went anywhere without either of them. At school I could write and make everything else dissapear, worries, the promise of piles of home work, anything.

I just had to be careful not to be too discriptive or one of my creation might appear right in the middle of the class room.

I stopped once more in front of my mirror. I looked like a typical 14 year old, nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you count the scar the streched from cheek to my jaw bone. My mom told me I had recived the cut when I was three when I triped into the corner of our glass coffe table. It was now only a thin white line. I had no recolection of the event of course. I was only three then

I glanced casually my alarm clock and cursed silently under my breath. I was going to be late for school...

My friend Kat always sat by me on the bus. She was an intresting girl and far from ordinary. She had short brown hair and black eyes. Yes you heard me, black eyes, You could only barely make out the pupil if you stared really closly. She was nice if you were nice to her but if you weren't watch out. She has all the patients and temper of a hurricane. No one ever messes with her when she's angry. No one really messes with her period. She's the only othe person who knows about my gift besides my mom and she really doesn't mind. Besides all the bad stuff she's the best friend I could ever ask for.

"I hate school" I muttered staring out the window.

"No you don't" Kat disagreed "You just hate Conner and his friends"

"Toushe"

Conner had decided to make me his target for insults because... um.... well I'm not really sure why. Because I'm quiet and don't fight back? Maybe. Of course he never torments me around Kat. Last time he tried he ended up stuffed in a closet after school until the Janitor found him. True story.

"Hey book worm? What you do to your face? Give it a paper cut on one of your books." Oh never mind I know why he torments me. Because I read alot and I have a scar on my face. I knew that.

"Conner" I muttered under my breath. Did he not see Kat. Probably not. She was short so her head didn't stick up past the seat back.

She sighed and pulled out a rubber band. I rolled my eyes.

With lightning speed she jumped up and launched her wepon over 8 rows of seats to the back of the bus. She has perfect aim. I heard a cry of pain. Conner didn't say a word for the rest of the day.

I didn't enjoy shopping for clothes in the least so my gift came in handy when I needed a few new additions to my wardrobe. My mom always got me straight to writing whenever she hinted a possible shopping trip. This time she wanted me to have a new dress for formal events. I could create outfits that money couldn't buy you let me tell you.

I set my pen to paper once again:

The long flowing dress was made of soft blue silk that seemed to have been spun from the sky.

It's form was simple with no ruffles or gems.

Just soft fabric that shimmered like the waters of a glassy lake.

The fit was comfortable and perfect to it's owner and never seemed to out grow her.

The dress appeared on my bed. It fit perfectly to my pleasure. I had wrote it so it would grow with me. I wouldn't need another dress anytime soon...

Basta peered through the binoculars through the girls window. So this is where they had settled. Did her mom think he would give up his mission so easily? No. Capricorn wanted the girl so he would get her.

He tread silently back to the black car waiting for him at the other side of the woods.

"We found her" Basta informed his companions Flatnose and Cockerell. "I'll get her tommorow. Capricorn must me dying to see her."

He grinned and stroked the blade of his knife.

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