A New Talent

Hi guys! I would like to apologize for the format this story is in. This was my first story posted on Wattpad, and I didn't know how Wattpad really worked. I also apologize for any gramatical or spelling errors, because this was the first story I ever wrote, and I just copied and pasted it onto Wattpad, so I'm still revising and editing and rewriting. -NovellaGirl

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of loud crackling thunder, sounding similar to the sound of frying pans crashing against each other. I tiredly turn to my alarm clock: Six-forty five AM. Today, at eight AM, me and my Twin sister will start going to our new school. We just moved here, to Carson City, Nevada, all the way from La'Grange, Kentucky, at the near-end of the school year.

I glance out of my bedroom window-streaks of lightning crawl across the dark sky. I concentrate for a moment, and the clouds slowly start to evade.

Some people have special talents-some can sing, dance, write. But my sister, Mallory, and I are different. Mallory can control fire, and I can control weather and vegetation.

I look down to the lower bunk of my bed. Mallory, of course, is fast asleep. "Mallory! Wake up!" I yell, throwing my pillow at her. Mallory continued to lay there. "Mallory, if you don't wake up, I'll pour water on you!" I threaten.

"You bluff." she grumbles. I quietly tip-toe to our bathroom, and get a Dixie-cup of cold water. I slowly step over to her, and pour the water on her bed head. "OMY GOD, HAYLEY! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" She must be furious because a small flame escaped her mouth. Our powers act up based on our moods.

Chapter 2

We then change into matching clothes- Denim Shorts, white blouses, and our matching charm necklaces. We got our charm necklace from our parents when we were born, they are gold chains with diamond-like crystals at the end.

"So, do you think our teacher will be nice?" I ask Mallory, who is setting fire to a candle. "Probably gonna be some old hag..."she trails off. "GIRLS! SCHOOL! NOW!" our mom yells. We slowly grab our bags, ready to start school. I'm already beginning to miss my old school, filled with my old friends. The weather becomes gray, and rains with sadness. Winds stir around outside, and the weather calls for a tornado warning.

I can control the weather, but different weather happens without me, that can be very hard to stop or change. The worser the storm, the harder to change the weather, and the more energy it takes. Knowing that a tornado may come, is making this day harder.

Chapter 3

When our mother walks us into the front office, we are escorted by a drowsy, grumpy old woman, up a narrow stairwell, and across a hall of lockers to a room. "Welcome to Ms. Puma's seventh grade class, good luck." she yawns, creaking open the old door. We sheepishly step into a room, crammed with other students, wall to wall, with one bookshelf and a small white board.

The lady who appears to be Ms. Puma steps up to us, pushing her wiry red-grey hair out of her wrinkled face. " Hello. Guessing your my new students. You can go sit at the back table with Azalea." she grouches, pointing at a small table in the back corner of the room.

We drag our heavy backpacks across the stuffed room, to the table. I glance at the girl who must be Azalea. She has white hair that stretches down to her elbows, pale skin(almost albino)that's a little pinkish, is fairly tall, and is wearing dark purple glasses. She puts down the book she's reading for a moment, and shyly waves to us.

Chapter 4

The rest of the day goes on dreadfully, every class the same. Meet a new teacher, be crammed into a room, and drift in foreign lessons we don't know about. Finally it's the end of the day, all we have is lunch and free period(outside). Our lunch is macaroni and cheese with cottage cheese. While we pick at our food, a girl from the "popular" group walks over to us. She has tan skin, has braces, very short, and has dark brown hair with purple highlights.