The Extraordinary Event

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

I was someone you'd never notice. I always stayed more towards myself, had maybe one or two friends. I liked how my life was turning out; until I checked the mail that Thursday morning.
My mom asked me that morning to get the mail, obviously because she takes forever to put makeup on, just to give the public a false view of her natural face. But being the goodie two shoes, I went out to get it for her. Normally, we never got packages, unless it was a holiday. I grabbed the package and brought it inside and layed it on the counter. That's when it all changed.
I was for once excited, since this was a rare occasion. I grabbed a kitchen knife and started prying it open. I finally got it open when I found a machine, ticking. Tick tock, boom. Over in a flash. I stood up, and noticed my house was reduced to rubble. All these emotions building up in my body, about to blow. In shock, I checked my mom's bedroom to find her nearly dead on the floor. I ran over to her and as I touched her, a patch of ice chilled on her arm. She woke up from her trance, and screamed.
You would assume she would be accepting and confused, but she just screamed like a siren going off. As I saw the ice patch vanished. I had no idea where it came from; until I glanced at my arms to see them a crisp baby blue color with frost beating off of them. I didn't know how to react, nor did my mother.
As we looked at each other, both shocked, I started to hyperventilate. My body was cool, I could feel my temperature cooling. Everything I touched was turning to ice. My mom helped herself up, and then tried to help me. I told her "Stay back! I don't want to hurt you!" The expression on my mom's face was horrible. She couldn't help me. I was alone.
We looked around the house, everything was either rubble or ice. This was something new, never before seen by any eye. How would everyone treat me? I would be an outcast, deviant, monster.
As my mother and I walked out if the debris that belonged to my house, we noticed there was sharp icicles everywhere in the neighborhood guarding my house. What I had done was so large, it hurt may have hurt others. All the guilt felt like a bus rammed me into me. How would I fix the mess I created?