Forest Sheen is a 14 year old freshman in high school girl who has a secret that she doesn't want let out. For some strange reason, weird things happen to her, in which she normally comes out unscathed.This gets her the nickname, "weirdo".
While she...
I lay awake under the green, amazon rain forest patterned comforter of my bed, dreading the day that comes. It's 11:39, and I haven't found sleep in a while. My medium size tiger, Emerald, lays next to me in bed, softly, contently snoring. I lie there thinking to myself.
Anotherschool, another horrible year. Full of name calling, bullying, and worst of all, torture. At least this one allows pets though. But even then, it's not like I can hide the strange events that happen to me. Nor can I help it that I always seem to come away unscathed. I guess I had better get to bed though, I at least have to get enough sleep for the torture that comes tomorrow. I think, slowly drifting off.
~Time Skip~
Emerald is growling when I eventually wake up. I pick up my forest phone case, and slip it over my phone, turning it on. I immediately jump out of bed when I see what time it is. It's 8:30, "IM AN HOUR LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I yell. I slip on my favorite green dress and accessories, then style my hair like so.
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{Made by yours truly} [Forest's outfit]
I quickly brush my teeth and grab Emeralds forest green collar and leash, then I slip on my golden shoe flats. I might as well look good for my first day. I slip Emeralds collar over her fuzzy striped head. She's about up to my thigh, with a soft orange and black striped coat,--as most tigers are.
You see, I'm worried because the principle and admin already know my story. Well, part of it anyways. As a part of the attendance requirements, they asked for my medical information. As most normal humans call it, I have atmokinesis, the ability to control the atmosphere around me--or in my case, the weather. But I also have aerokinesis, the ability to manipulate the wind. My family,--being as irregular as we are-- call it magic. I'm the princess and protector of the Earth element, but saying that I'm an atmo- and aerokinetic--or AK2,--was apparently enough to please them.
Of course, these things always get leaked out of the teachers privacy because of some rebels or something looking in the teachers private files to see what dirt they can dig up.
Clipping on her leash and grabbing my already packed forest patterned backpack, I head out of the door, locking it behind me. I hop into my green Chevy Hybrid, Emerald scampering into the back, rev it up, and take off down the street.
