Hello. My name is Mear Elizabeth Weissler. I am 13. 8th grade. I am not the biggest fan of school, but it's okay. I am good at it. And that's all that matters. I think. I'm not really sure what matters anymore. I can't always tell. Not when I am angry. I get angry too often. Bad things happen when I do. Really bad things.
Confused? You should be. At this point, understanding things is beyond you. It was never in your reach to begin with. I think. I never had it in my reach. It was always right there-then it slipped away. Every time I started to understand why I, out of 7 billion people on this earth, why I had to have powers. Why MY life had to be ruined.
I haven't always had these powers. They started when I had a temper tantrum at age 4. I got mad over who knows what, and all of the sudden I flew over to the refrigerator-the nearest magnetic item. My right hand grasped it and it wouldn't come off. Not my left hand. For some reason, it was my right hand. And it stuck there like glue. I started screaming for help. However, my mom was working on the garden, my dad was at work, and my brother was at school. I screamed and screamed and got angrier and angrier until my left hand shot up and somehow lifted my right hand away from the refrigerator. I fell down. I was no longer angry. I was scared. And sad. I cried and cried and my mom came rushing in. I soon calmed down, but as my left arm fell, I looked to the palm of my right hand. There was a question mark scar. It faded away as a blue voltage shot from my hand. It didn't hurt. There was no feeling when it happened. My mom saw the voltage, too.
She took me to many appointments and it got to the point where my pediatrician wanted to put me in a mental asylum, or something like that. But my mom and dad didn't want that. My mom saw what I did and my dad believed us and eventually saw me use my powers. After that, my parents decided to homeschool me. Until last year. This is only my second year of real school. And this is where my story begins. Right here. Right now. So stay tuned. I promise, you will want to hear this whole thing.
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Mear Weissler
Fiksi IlmiahMear Weissler is 13. She excels in school and is not popular, but has 3 good friends. She is very ordinary-except for one thing. Mear has powers. But not normal powers-her right hand becomes attracted to metal when she becomes mad. Her powers become...
