As all ways the sun raises every mourning except this morning. It only rose with darkness, it was like everything was dead. There was no birds doing there mourning call or even the sway of the trees moving in the wind. It was dead, The sun had died evey thing was dead. Even i was, it was scary because there was no one they to save me.
I suddenly heard a voice, so the sun wasn't dead i was just in a room. My gran was talking she told me to get up and sit on the chair. She told me that when you are twelve all family members are able to have any power you receive.
This was a short storyl little powem to my second cousin Jordan. To me she is a person who would all ways help me no matter what would happen. She is also someone who is funny all the time.
