Paisleys

Hiding my emotions is tough. Especially when you have powers that are also controlled by your emotions. Thinking of my mom makes me sad and angry. I don’t know what she was going through when she left me at the hospital that night. Her mind must have been a mess. I don’t even know my dad. I dream about my dad searching for me, wishing he was rich and had a wonderful wife. If only he knew I existed.

In and out of foster care is hard, because no one wants a monster. Every foster home I’ve been in said I was a monster. Every time I would get angry the floor would catch fire. It wasn’t even my fault I caught it on fire. They told me I was stupid. One time I accidentally froze the house while dreaming of my mother.

When I can I practice my powers, I create snowflakes and make roses bloom, but my foster parents tell me to quit. So I would wait until midnight and create storms of any kind. Snow storm or just a regular storm. I can easily take the lightning from it and hit any object in my room.

During school it’s hard. I draw to keep my powers hidden, even when I was angry. I try not to freeze anything or catch anything on fire. Ever since that day in front of the hospital I’ve been an emotional wreck because of what my real mom did 12 years ago. I was two at the time, just getting my powers. I guess she didn’t want a monster either.

Author's Note

I may add more, depends on how many comments I get.