Control

The Girl

A/N: Hello there! This is sort of a half formed idea, so yea ... but this part takes place 11 years later, just so you know. Ellie is now 11. Also, whenever it comes to Ellie I'll be using words like "I" and "My" and whatever. It's only in the Prologue that I used "He" and stuff. CONTINUES!

Ellie's POV:

I kicked the wall. Stupid school, stupid kids, stupid subjects, stupid world. Stupid Bailey Laposay. That kid was an idiot, an absolute idiot. I hated him, a lot. It wasn't my fault. I couldn't change who I was. But sometimes I wished that I could. Sometimes I wanted to wipe the smirk off of Bailey's face. I stood there with my black hoodie on. I let my hair hang around me and had the hood over my face. I never let anyone see my face, especially my eyes. I was unnatural. The Freak. No one knew what I looked like, because I didn't show them. As I stood near the gates of the school, kicking the wall, I heard a voice yell out across the courtyard. 

"Hey, Bayards!" I turned towards the voice with dread. It was Bailey Laposay again, with his group of morons. I sighed. This was not going to end well. I checked my watch, five minutes until lunch time. That was plenty of time for him to leave at least three bruises on my face.

"What do you want?" I asked as him and his crew walked even closer to me. He smiled, but it wasn't a good smile. It was one of those annoying, "I'm gonna beat you up and you know it" smiles. 

"I just wanted to talk to you," he said innocently. I snorted.

"Oh really? Do you come up with ANY new excuses? What about when you gave me that bruise under my left eye eight weeks ago? Was that you 'just wanting to talk to me'?"

"No. You were being rude to Graham," he said. I snorted again. Graham was the class hamster, and no one liked him at all. I had been grumbling because the room smelt like hamster poop that day.

"Really, Bailey? Just go away. Leave me alone. Go annoy someone else," I said. He took a step forward, a taunting grin on his face.

"See, I don't think I will. This is an opportunity too good to pass up. No teachers around, no students here. None of them want to be near the Freak." he said. I looked at the ground, upset. That was my nickname. "The Freak," they always teased, or "Spawn of Satan." It never ended. Even the teachers were scared of me. I heard them whispering when I passed them in the hallways. "Poor parents, what a hard girl to contain," or "I heard of another kid like that girl. One day he lost himself in rage and no one ever saw him again. Killed himself, apparently. Wonder what she'll turn out like." I was magical. I knew it, the whole school knew it, the teachers knew it. And my parents knew it. However, I forced myself to look back up at him.

"I'm not the Freak. I'm just-"

"Special, we know," he interrupted me "Apparently God blessed you with a 'special ability' when you were born because you're a good kid, or something. According to Principal Witherburies. But I don't believe that. I don't think God blessed you. I don't think you're human at all. I think you're an alien. A curse from the Devil." This was always one of the remarks from him. And it was always the most hurtful, because I believed him every time. He took another step so that he was less than thirty centimetres away. There was only a minute left until the bell.

"Let's make this quick," he said with an eager grin. He raised his fist and punched me straight in the jaw. I fell over, and he and his group of goons laughed. He took another step forward so he could punch me again while I was on the ground, weak and injured. 'That's so low' I thought to myself. Anger ran through my veins like wildfire. As I braced myself for the next blow, my eyes squeezed shut, everything around me seemed to stop. Then the wind started to blow, but only around Bailey and his friends. It picked them up off the ground, and blew them around for a bit. I smiled. They all fell to the ground except for Bailey, who looked horrified. 

"LEMME DOWN! LET ME DOWN, YOU BLASTED LITTLE WITCH!" he yelled. Everyone knew it was me. I knew it was me as well. But I hadn't started it, and I didn't know how to control it. The wind started to pick up even faster than I thought possible, and it slammed Bailey into the nearest brick wall. The bell went, and the principal came rushing out. I cursed. The nearest brick wall happened to be the one closest to his office. Which meant he had seen it all. The principal looked around at us all. I already had a brusie forming on my jaw, and I could feel the blood trickling from my lip and down my chin.

"All of you, off to class," he barked. Then he looked at Bailey and I.

"Except for you two, Mr Laposay and Miss Bayards. You two will follow me to my office."