The Freak

The Move

Chapter 2

  It's two days until the beginning of sophmore year and i'm spending one of them unpacking, not to mention it was a pain-staking 7 hour car ride to finally arrive at Sierra Grove. Me and my aunt did not speak a word to eachother the entire drive there, which is a good thing, considering if we did speak i would've gotten so angry that i'd probably shatter the car windows. My powers are so difficult to explain that i usually don't try to describe them. My powers are more mind-based, so i'm used to seeing things in my dreams that will eventually happen in the near future, or my emotions getting so out of control that i make something explode. But only when i'm in a state of distress do my powers work, so that is why i am unable to control them or use tham for good. It feels almost as if there is a cord inside my mind that is held very tightly at both ends. So if the cord has anymore tension than it already does it will snap. And then and only then are my so called "powers" unleashed. That is why we move around so much. My mind could not handle all the anxiety and stress of someone finding out about me, and the bullying was so bad that one time, i made all the lockers in the school crack in half. 

It was very easy to tell when we arrived in Sierra Grove. There was emense amounts of pine trees and shrubbery, and you could barely make out multiple houses hidden behid it. We drove down a winding gravel path straight through the trees. I could faintly make out the outline of a house in the distance. I could see the details more clearly one we got nearer. It was a two story house with beige vinyl siding, a white porch, and blue shutters. I could see a small stream snaking its way through the backyard. I slammed the door to the car while simutaniously grabbing my bag off of the seat. I walked up to the front steps of the porch, leaves crunching under my feet. It was so humid i could feel my jet black hair frizzing and my shirt clung to my back with sweat. I took the ancient looking rusty key out from under the door mat and put it into the lock. It wouldn't budge so i made sure aunt Carol wasn't looking and i kicked the door open. The smell of moldy wood and must filled my nostrils. I stepped inside and took in the peeling paint and the squeaky floorboards. I saw aunt Carol climbing the porch steps, her arms filled with boxes. "Come help me with these you ungreatful little girl!" she screeched. I ruefully took two boxes from her wrinkly outstreched hand. I put them in the house and ran back to the car. Of course she would never think of bringing my boxes inside. As i climbed the rickety old stair case i could see the white peeling paint on the door to my room. Of course out of the 4 rooms in the house, i get the smallest one.

As i entered my new room, i realized it was the biggest room i'd ever had and there were  three huge floor to ceiling windows in the back of the room with an amazing view of the woods and the snake-like stream. The room also smelt faintly of lavender which was a pleasant surprise compared to how the rest of the house smelled. I looked in the dusty mirror above the vanity in the corner of the room. My pin straight, glossy jet-black hair looked frizzy and matted and my crystal blue eyes had noticable bags underneath them, clashing with my horribly pale skin. Realizing suddenly how sleep deprived i really was, i decided to sleep. I would have to sleep on just my matress tonight considering my bed frame was too heavy for me to carry; and god knows my aunt wouldn't help me with it. I let pleasant thoughts of the start of my sophmore year as an average girl fill my mind as i drifted off to sleep. I refused to be labeled agian. I would no longer be out of place, all i wanted was to be normal. Was that too much to ask?