Confused and in a daze about the situation, I take another look in the mirror. I want to make sure that this is me. As I lift my hand to the mirror, the other me does the same thing. Okay, so I'm me. I'm the same person.
As I'm about to go through another test, to see if I'm dreaming, my mother comes bursting through the door.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked gently.
"I'm good mom, not to worry," I assured her.
She lets out a sigh of relief.
"Let's go home," she said. I nodded.
We walked out of the school, together, hoping to leave this odd day behind."Ugh, what's wrong with me?" I groaned in frustration.
I was still trying to figure out what had happened in the nurse's office.
I couldn't be magical, could I? If I was, why do I have these powers? What's going on with me? Is this a part of puberty?
I flop onto my bed, hoping that it would give me some comfort. Nothing.
"Okay, there's only 1 way to test this. Let's see what happens," I say to myself.
I go over to the nearest wall and jam my toes into it. I about cry out, but I slap my hand over my mouth. This is true pain. Nothing hurts more than a jammed toe.
After the test, I hobble my way over to my bed. I sit down, waiting for the light to show up. As seconds turn into minutes, I get bored and annoyed. Great, now I have messed up toes. Yay.
I lift my foot up, trying to inspect it to see if it was different. The bruising was starting to show. The pink from my skin was turning into an angry red and purple. I stare at it, hoping that it would heal that way.
I put my hand on the foot, trying to see if I need to get some medicine for it.
As I move my hand close to the toes, the light returns. Feeling excited, I move my hand closer. The closer my hand gets, the brighter the light. Just like with the bump on my head, the pain suddenly goes away.
After the light vanished, I look at my toes again. They are a happy pink color. Nothing looks wrong with them at all.
Happy that I understood how to control this power, I did a little victory dance. It wasn't a very elaborate dance, after all, I'm not a good dancer.
Figuring out how to summon this power was only the start. I had so many questions. Why do I have this gift? Is there anyone else like me? What will my friends and family think? What am I going to do next?
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How To Heal
Teen FictionA young girl, Ashley Cole, was a normal girl with a normal life. She had friends and family that loved her. But, when she has to hide a secret, what will she do? She won't be able to tell anyone, not even the people she loves. How far will she go? I...