March 7,2004

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I'm not a normal teenager. Even though I act like it . I have powers,magical,spiritual,witch like,POWERS! You may think that's weird but I have a reason.March 7,2004,that was a good day.A really,really good day.For so
me people at least.
As I walked in to Chanhassen high school I saw the most known social groups.The group that I mostly fit into basically nothing I was always a outcast.For some reason today was special.Everyone was saying hi to me and waving at me as if I was actually important to their day.I went to Science class and the teacher actually asked me to run for class president!I didn't know what to do after that. I only remember getting forms for president and after that I went black.
I woke up in the hospital. As I woke up up in the hospital.As I was waking up I saw my mom and dad sitting next to me crying.Apparently I had gotten a concussion .
The next day I went to school like normal but everyone was acting like I didn't exist,opposite of yesterday.I walked to my locker as I touched it flakes of ice shot across my locker turning it to ice.I had no idea what was going on so I ran to bathroom I touched the door it turned to ice . I touched the sink it turned to ice .
As soon as I realized that everything I was touching from then on turned to ice. I screamed! I flat out screamed in the bathroom.Everone was looking at me and cheering . I had thought yesterday was weird . I literally turned everything to ice yesterday and didn't know,somehow I stopped it for today at least I did for a little while.
     I went to he nurse with my head wrapped in cloth from my concussion.
     "My head is starting to hurt I'm going home." I said
      "Ok sweetie bye" The nurse said
    I went home and pulled out my moms old scrapbook.I remembered something about ice and this date.I flipped though the scrapbook I saw a marker named "March 7 ,1984"  I pulled the tab flipping to that page.I saw news paper articles about my mom with ice coming out of her hand taped to the page.No words were in the scrapbook.Just then my mom walked in  and saw the book and what I was looking at.Her eyes got big and she said
"We need to talk"

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