"Kale, can you please calm down," called my mother from the kitchen. Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed again.
I have always loved thunderstorms. Mom could never understand why. Same with the fact I always have to draw attention to myself with my motormouth. My family is like Fluttershy from MLP:FiM. There as shy as her. Me, I'm like Pinkie Pie. Always running my mouth. And I am always planing something one way or another. (Yes, I did compare me and my family to a girls TV show and I'm a guy. Blame my freind, Marissa, she loves the show.)
[Kale, you just broke the fourthwall.]
(So. Go home, author.)
[Fine, but let me remind you. You guys asked me to write this out for you. So don't you dare break my fourth wall again. Bye, Dumb***.]
(Bye, Little Dragon. Or else, Girl.)
Lightning tore through my window making me yelp. When it disappeared a guy is floating above the scorch mark the lightning made. He had auburn hair, and blue eyes the color of lightning. He wore a 19th century grey tux.
He said, with the far away voice of someone on TV, "Hello, my name is John. I am..."
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The Eight Elements
Teen Fiction8 kids. 2 past lives. 1 destiny. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rachel loves the water. She feels calm, and collective anywhere water touches her skin. Mason loves to be near the woods. Even though he's not allowed in them. Ever since Josh can remember, he...
