"I didn't mean to electrocute her! I swear it was an accident! I just got mad!" I yelled at the cop as he attempted to interview me.
"I'm not saying you did. You are just a silly, little girl. I know you didn't kill your teacher. That isn't possible. I just want to know what happened." He replied.
"That IS what happened!" I told him again, "I asked Gracie Skyfall for a pen. Mrs. Lyden caught me and told me to be quiet. I said that I was just asking for a pen. She said I was talking back and sent me to the office. I said no. She couldn't make me. She said I was talking in class and being rude to her and I was unprepared so she told me to go to the office again. I yelled no and punched my desk. I was frustrated. I did NOT mean to hurt her."
"I said it before and I'll say it again. You did not do that to Anne. What really happened?!" He was frustrated. So was I.
"I got mad. I made lightning. I killed my teacher. Accidentally." I said like he was a two year old. He wrote something down. I read over his shoulder. "Harley Frost: delusional. Mad." I yelled out and slammed my fist against the table. "I'M NOT CRAZY!" Clouds formed along the roof. Thunder shook the building. Lightening struck the clipboard out of his hand. It started to hail in the room. Gracie ran to me, grabbed, my arm and said, "calm down." Let's just say I ended up in an asylum for six years. I know I'm not mad. That was how I stayed sane in there. Then someone checked me out. I didn't know her. She said her name was Miss Peregrine. We walked down the street and met up with a boy with dark hair, light skin, and a very freckly face. He was tall and pretty cute actually. Miss Peregrine introduced him as Jacob Portman. She told me I was not crazy. I was peculiar.
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