For years, I have walked these empty rooms. The rooms that were once filled with laughter and joy. Now it is only to be dust and rubble. It has only been five years since the incident. The incident that I some how caused. I step out to see the building I was raised in with children un-wanted. The children who were thrown away became my friends, and family my only family.
Timmy wasn't like the rest of them. He was the only one that understood me. We were both different. The different that no one understood. Our hands defined us. They gave us hope. Our hands gave us something that could not be given to, but born with. Our hands were the reason why we were abandoned. We would both raise our hands, and a surge of power exited our bodies. The power of fire and ice created us both. But when Timmy never returned, all Hell broke loose.
I cried in my sleep for Timmy to return. Trees and grass burned for Timmy. Buildings tumbled, and the sky turned grey for the Timmy I loved. My hands become hot as the fire in my eyes. I look to the fire forest that I had created and closed my eyes. I held my hands.
"I'll be with you soon Timmy"
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Hands
Teen FictionThis is my first "story" so it shouldn't be too bad. I might, might not continue this story. But basically, it's about a girl who has the power of fire (or you can call in fire bending), and her friend with the power if ice/water. They both grow up...
