Part 1 leaving home

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I was siting by the fire. My father was babbling on with my grandmother about weird stuff that I couldn't remember. My grandmother had just came here to visit. Slowly I reached toward the fire pulled my hand back this wasn't right. Heading to hand in the position that I knew something was about to happen.then it did. Ice snow whatever it was shot out of my hand. I news time to run to just run I ran out the door and walked to an alleyway away from there. I knew they were searching for me because I knew they didn't care.

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