Dacia is a young emotional wreck, her parents dies when she was very young. She lives with her grandparents, Idea and Fredderick. She has two guinea pigs called Furball and Fudge. She seems normal with her problems, but no one knows about her secret power. She has the power to kill anyone with one single word, stare, or hand movement. And when her Grandfather angers her, she kills him. What will she do now? Will she be able to control her anger? Something tells me not...
Chapter 1:
I was running, end of school, must get home before someone can get the time to annoy me. I ran and ran and ran, not entirely sure if I was going the right way. But any how I continued in that direction. I made it to the field and made a sharp left turn. I was headed down the back alley to get to my grandparents house. The wind began to hurt my eyes and they were watering. I still continued running until who might I bump into than the one and only Fallon. The schools biggest ever slut. She laughed as I hit the floor. "Get out of my way!" I shouted at her. She right hookeed me in the mouth. I could taste the blood and I body begin to tremble. I could feel the pain as my pupils covered up my entire iris. She began to back off. I swiftly brought my hand up and began to ball it up into a fist as a magician would do if he were doing a spell. I gently did it over and over again. Fallon stared at me bewildered then laughed. The fence beside me began to dent inwards around the shape of my body. I could hear the laugh turn into wimpers as I full on balled up my fist and all you could hear the tremendous crack of her ribs. She was barely breathing. I raised my fist and she began to float off the ground. I swung my fist gently to the side then swivelled it so fast that her entire body folded over its self. I grinned as she hit the floor and screamed in pain. She raised her hand and then the bright light appeared and she was gone. Dead as love.
I awoke screaming. My grandmother Idea came through to comfort me. I was hyperventillating and she Higged me close to her. Normally a nightmare wouldn't bother me. The only reason the ones like these did was because I knew that they could just as easily become reality. I pulled away and smiled. It was fake of course. I never smiled these days. Not since 2007 when my parents died. I went downstairs and grandfather, as per usual, was drunk. He threw a small plate at me. I closed the door and screamed. I opened it very gentley again. "It's just me." I whispered.
"Good now get over here and make some breakfast!" he barked.
"What do you want?"
"What kind of a question is that!?!" He screamed, slapping me hard across the face. I raised my hand and began to swirl it in the air. My anger made the plates twirl and dance above our heads. Then I shpved both of my hands out and the plates fell. They knocked him out and the shear force of my anger made an electrical field that killed him.
