My dad always told me to see the world differently. To not let people make me ordinary. I miss the way he'd help me play baseball on Saturdays and eat hamburgers at the Dinner every Thursday after my baseball games. Ever since he died I haven't played much baseball. My head started spinning when I stood to my feet. I turned and then made my bed. When my bed was completely back to normal I made my way to my bathroom, but the journey was short lived, because as I reached to turn the handle It burnt my hand on it, not in a hot metal sort of way but with a surge of energy like cold fingers shocking the palm of my hand.
