Overpowered

Sophie

I heard the footsteps come toward my room, then the soft, gentle knocks at my door. "Sophie, wake up," said my mother. I slowly opened my eyes. I could see my door and the walls of my room. I could see the stuffed animals on the floor and the dressers in my room, but everything was not right. Everything had a blue and yellow tent to it. I couldn't see the reds and greens that my room actually was. I could smell strawberries and oranges downstairs in the kitchen. I felt so energized and excited, like I could play all day. I was so confused on what was going on, until I went to sit up but couldn't. Then it hit me. I looked down at my feet, but they weren't feet. They were small, short dog paws. I was a puppy.

As my mom slowly cracked open the door, I quickly rolled off the other side of my bed, so she could not see my puppy self. There was a small thunk sound and a bark as I hit the ground. "Where are you? What was that sound?" My mother said. I could hear her heart beat get closer and closer toward me. I closed my eyes and briskly thought about the normal me. The human form of me, with long, dark hair and hazel eyes. My skin a whitish-rose color. Then, I felt my body transform back into myself.

As I opened my eyes, my mom stepped around the corner of the bed. "What are you doing, darling?" She asked me.

"When you had knocked, you startled me and I rolled off the bed." I explained to her. Technically, I was not lying.

"Oh my!" She panicked. "You're not hurt, are you? Are you bleeding? Do I need to go get Dr. Wilson?"

"Mom, I'm fine." I assured her as I stood up and walked over to her. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm seventeen now and am capable of taking care of myself."

"I know. I can't help but always worry about you. I just don't want to lose you, too. You had barely survived and your brother---." Mom stopped herself there and was silent for a moment. I could tell she was tearing up. I could sense the pain in her heart of losing my twin brother all those years ago. I took a step closer to her and mom leaned in for a hug.

"I understand. I miss him, too." I let back from her. "I want to live my life, though. I'm tired of being babied and always being treated like I am made of glass." Mom looked up at me with her eyes so watery and her face was so red. She did her best to give me a smile.

"I'm sorry, Sophie. What happened is done and nothing we can do will change that. I need to get better about cherishing my time with you instead of always worrying. Now get dressed and get all ready for school. And don't forget about your recital tonight at 7:00. Your father and I will meet you at the auditorium at 6:45."

"Trust me. I won't forget. I have been practicing way too much lately to miss my own ballet recital. Some people from Julliard will be coming and if I do well enough, they will accept me into their school. This has been my dream for so many years."

"I know it has. When you and your brother were little, you two would always put up shows for us and all the staff. You would put on your pink tutu and twirl around. Ethan would put on his little tux and welcome everyone to this 'amazing and glorious occasion brought to you by Sophie and Ethan Nichols' as he would always say." Mom got silent for a moment again. She always loved to tell memories of my brother but telling them also hurt her. "I guess I need to get going. Someone has to keep the company running and it's not going to be your father. Love you, darling."

"Love you too, mom." I said as she walked out my bedroom. I guess I should get ready for school. I went to my closet and pushed open the doors. I picked though my clothes and found my favorite plaid skirt and collared shirt, which was part of the school dress code. I laid it down on my bed then went in the bathroom to put my make-up on and straighten my hair. Thirty minutes later, I put on my skirt and blouse, then I ran downstairs and ate breakfast, which consisted of a strawberry crepe and orange juice.

After eating, I grabbed my leather book bag and got in my black sports car and drove to school. My school is called Salem Academy, which is ten miles south of Winston Salem, North Carolina. I have gone to Salem since I was five. Fourteen years later, and I'm finally a senior. If you're wondering, I did not get held back a grade. I medically withdrawn for a year due to the incident that happened when I was seven.

As I stepped out of my car, I could feel the wind. It was blowing hard. I quickly ran in the school, as my hair swept into my face. I walked over to my best friend, Laurel, and talked with her about tonight's recital. Laurel had done all the props and background for my recital and I am very grateful for that. I am definitely not as artistic as she is.

As the bell rang to go to first period, I could hear the wind whistling outside. It sounded really bad outside. It wasn't until a quarter of the way through first period when I heard this train whistle sound outside. A moment later, the school intercom came on.

"We have a code blue!" The lady announced in a panicked voice. This meant we had a tornado spotted near the campus. We haven't had a code blue in two years. That last tornado had taken the entire east wing of the school.

All of the students in my class rushed out into the hallway and laid down on the floor. I followed behind them. I could hear the wind rushing quickly, outside the building. I wasn't really scared until I heard a loud crash a few feet away from me and I began to get wet. I looked over and saw a tree laying across the middle of the hallway. Luckily, no one was crouched there.

Then like on cue, the whistling was gone and I couldn't hear the tornado anymore. The intercom came on again. "Code blue is canceled. We are now under tornado warning." What was going on? A tornado, then someone breaking into the school.

All of my class quickly rushed into the room. People bumped into me multiple times, because they were all in such a panic. Our teacher quickly shut the door and locked it as the last student entered the room. Some students tripped over to their bags and got their phones and wallets. I just went straight to the back corner behind the teacher's desk and crouched down. It was the darkest area in the room.

As I sat on the floor, I could hear footsteps headed down our hall. Once at our door, they stopped. The door handle jiggled multiple times, then the door started to get kicked at. After a few seconds, the door flew open and wind came in with it. A boy, about my age, walked in to the classroom. He had black hair and a grayish color skin. Wind was swirling around him, like he was controlling it. Did he have powers like me?

He looked around the room, scanning every person's face. Then, he stepped toward the teacher's desk and peered around it toward me. "Hello, Sophie. Let's go talk," he said to me.