It's been at least two months since I flew. Nothing big has happened lately, I mean ... I made some water from the sink fly in the air and get every thing soaked, but other than that, nothing big.
My powers are growing but there going slow. Dad got a new job so every day now, he picks me up from school and we go to his office.
It's really cool, his office window has a perfect view of the city. I wish we could live in the city but if anybody found out about me, I could be in big trouble.
I'm starting to get scared, my powers are getting more violent. The other day at school I got locked in the janitors closet. Michal Diaz did that but not the point. I couldn't get out, next thing I knew my hand's were glowing red when they usually glow blue. It was like rage was coming out. I started to yell, the door started to crack, I kicked it down and punched Brian in the face.
More detention but that goes by fast. You know what doesn't go by fast, parents yelling at you. My phone is gone for a week so now I just get to draw at my dads office.
Apparently I had a bad attitude one of the days and my dad didn't even let me draw. I got so pissed, I ran off to the bathroom and locked the door. I started to yell and my hand's started to glow red. The building shook, I stopped my hand started to glow again. The building kept on shaking. It wasn't an earth quake, it was me.
Every one started screening, "the building is coming down"! I ran out, dad was nowhere to be found. I was so scared, "dad"!, I called out. The building started to shake harder, I had to get out of there, but my powers were moving me to the window, I had no control. I had to jump, I took ten steps back and I started to run for it. I jumped and the glass shattered. I thought this was the end for me. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, I was flying above the ground.
Cop cars showed up thirty minutes later, so did mom. I couldn't see dad, I was scared for him, what if he didn't make it out. As we left, police searched all around for him. They said "we'll let you know as soon as found something". A week went by, dad was nowhere to be seen. Tuesday morning, a cop showed up at our house. "M'am, I have some bad news". I heard him say from the other room. "Your husband was found, DEAD".
