The storm clouds brewed above me, and I stared at the ground as I walked. My black hoodie covered my head, and I wore ripped up jeans, walking to the hell called high school. Being a senior wasn't easy, especially when you were the freak.
I was anything but the normal senior girl, who went to parties, and had a boyfriend, and a mom. No, I was the girl who sat at home and stared out the window, wondering if this is what death is like. Not feeling anything anymore, having no friends, and no mom.
I was so sick at the beginning, hearing the "I'm sorry for your loss," and "She's in a better place." I didn't care about how better the place was. I just wanted her here. The funeral was horrible, with the bright flowers arranged around the room, making it seem happy while in reality the dark veil of gloom hung over the room. The crying had passed, and numbness had set in. My dreams had been crushed and buried along with her, so all that remained inside of me was emptiness. My father managed to drink himself away, leaving me to fend for myself. I had a part time job working at the local convenient store about two blocks from our now shabby home, that was never taken care of now that my father didn't care. He blamed me for her death, and I knew it was true.
Being a wierd, power possesing thing wasn't cool when your powers got your mother killed.
