User:Hell baby745

A young teenager walked out of a fire station number two. A sly smile crossed his face as a breeze flipped his golden blonde hair and his bright green eyes sparkled in the blazing sunlight. Girls stopped talking and watched as he approached his car. He let their eyes linger on him before hopping into his shiny, blue Jeep Wrangler. He pushed in the key and the car made a soft hum. He swiftly pulled out of the parking lot and flirtatiously glanced back at the girls before turning on his blasting loud music and speeding out of sight. He had just taken a physical exam. He was trying to be hired as a paramedic at Harker Heights, Texas. He was sure he would get the job. Why wouldn’t he? He was the favorite. He was the favorite child at home, he used to be the favorite student at school, why couldn’t he be the favorite here too? He got everything he wanted and he obviously wanted this job. He drove into the driveway of his parents house and pulled the key out of the ignition. He stepped out of his car and slammed the car door shut. He stepped forward onto the porch and went to open the front door but found out that it was locked. It was rarely ever locked… especially when he wasn’t home yet. He made a mental note to find out what was going on but soon it slipped his mind as he pulled his house key out of his pocket, jammed it into the lock and turned it until it clicked. He pulled the house key back out of the lock and crammed it back into his pocket. He pushed open the door and walked to his bedroom. He threw his bag onto the floor and it landed hard on the wood flooring by a pile of dirty laundry. He slid his hands in his pockets and a huge grin sprawled across his face as he walked into the living room to be greeted by his parents grins matching his own, “I’m so proud of you!” His mother exclaimed before he had even opened his mouth to say anything. An odd look crossed his face but he shrugged it off, knowing the job would be his. He decided against telling his parents the job wasn’t his yet. After all, it would be his in just a little while, right? “Thanks,” he replied in a dull tone. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, revealing compelling bright green eyes. A girl about 12 years old walked into the room unnoticed (this was me). My long brown hair covered my eyes and a large portion of my cheek. Somewhere underneath my dark hair I could already feel tears glistening at the edge of my eyes. I was wearing a red and white polka dot shirt and a pair of jeans with sparkling studs going down the sides. I could sense my new necklace reflecting light onto the walls surrounding me. I still didn’t know who had given it to me. I stood underneath an arch at the entrance to the living room, waiting to be noticed. I listened as my parents rambled on about how proud they were of my brother. Five minutes later, still unnoticed, I gave up and walked back to my room. I was so tired of putting up with all of this. He was the favorite, neither of them even wanted me. They were always bragging about him, when would they ever brag about me? It was always about Collin. No one ever cared about my accomplishments, it was always Collin this, Collin that. Well I had had enough of that. I sat down on my bed and pushed the hair out of my eyes and struggled to hold back several tears. I was so tired of feeling so incredibly unwanted. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I let the tears push to the front of my eyes and fall onto my cheeks. I enjoyed the feel of the hot tears and I let them linger on my cheeks before I swiped them off. I heard a soft clawing on the window and turned towards it expecting to see a freak trying to scare me, but all I saw was a tree branch being nudged by a soft breeze causing it to scrape against the window. I wondered why I didn’t just climb out the window and run away. It was right there, just sitting there, waiting for someone to claw it open and jump out. Me. It wanted me to open it and carelessly crawl out. I grabbed my book bag and threw out my school books. They landed on the floor with a loud thud. I walked to the closet and grabbed some clothes, yanked them off their hanger and lazily tossed them into my bag. Next I walked across my room and picked up countless numbers of pill bottles which I had strewn across my desk and threw them into the book bag one at a time. I knew I had health issues, but wasn’t more than 20 pill bottles a little much? Yeah, I have a heart condition and nervous system breakdowns occasionally. As if each of those weren’t already bad enough, I also had asthma just to make it worse. It’s not like I ever actually took the pills, but I took them with me just in case. I zipped up the book bag and tossed it by the window and lifted up the glass paneling. Then, I lifted up my foot, and in one swift motion I had lunged my foot forward, knocking the screen off the window. I pulled my book bag onto my shoulder and crawled out the window. I sat down on the grass and stared up at the night sky. It was completely dark except for a few stars shining their brightest. I was fixing to stand up but my eye caught sight of something. I turned my head to the left some and I stood up. I stared up at the moon in awe. It was orange. Not a little orange, a lot orange. I don’t know why it amazed me so much, but it did. I felt a strange surge of power run through me. I felt unstoppable. Each second I stared at the moon I felt my strength increasing. I didn’t know what type of strength it was, but I knew it wasn’t muscle. A strange wind thundered by me. It didn’t seem like a breeze. It seemed more like a tornado that only lasted a second. I tumbled backwards and I dropped my backpack and my necklace caught on the zipper and broke off, I plummeted towards the ground. I was suddenly tired and wanted to go to bed. I stared up at the moon trying to regain the strange power I had felt only a moment before, but all that came to me was the sense of defeat. I picked up my book bag and crawled back inside. I jumped down onto my bed and sprawled myself across it. I had the urge to feel powerful again, I needed the strength I had just had. I don’t know why I was so intrigued by it, but I needed it back desperately. I yanked off my dirty clothes and tossed on some clean pajamas. They were a tank top and a pair of skimpy shorts with Hello Kitty on them. I laid down in my warm bed and I pulled the covers tight up around me. My eyes slowly shut and I lay in bed still. When I finally fell asleep I still had the want for power curled up deep inside of my body. I woke up, startled. What had woken me up? I laid in bed listening to the silence. There was no chance any one had broken in, I would have heard, and the alarm system would be going off. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It read 3 o’clock. There was no chance my parents were awake already. I rolled over in bed and stared at the ceiling. Maybe I had had a dream. I searched my brain, trying to remember what I had dreamed. I had been in an old dusty apartment. I tried to identify more, but then the dream was clear from my memory. I tried to imagine the room again, but I couldn’t seem to remember it anymore. I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to go back to sleep.