TriciaS
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Untitled...Could possibly be called Storm
I licked my finger, and slowly put it up in the air. The air was cool and damp, which meant it was going storm within the hour, and I was ready. I lived for the thunderstorms, the hail, and tornados.
Tornados had always been my favorite. The way they whirled around at sixty to one hundred-thirty mile an hour winds. Tornados emptied homes, and overwhelmed house owners with burdens that they didn’t need. It’s almost as if I could taste them coming close to a house, breaking windows and mutilating furniture. I could hear the pain that the children went through, having to leave their favorite teddy bear behind. I could smell the pens the adults were using to check off a list they had prepared, to make sure that had everything they needed to get through next few days, if worse came to worse.
Unfortunately for me, a tornado was not going to happen tonight. It was just another tropical storm, with heavy winds and marble sized hail. The bad weather wasn’t going to be strong enough to recharge all my powers, but with the wind and hail, the heavy percipitation would help with some.
As the rain began to fall, getting heavier every second, I grabbed my periwinkle blue rain jacket and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was rather small compared to the rest of the house. The room was only big enough to fit two maybe three small sized people. I grabbed the cordless-phone and dialed Craig’s number. He always waited for the phone to ring three times, and even to this day I still don’t know why, “Hello?” He answered.
I replied with a simple “Hey,” real witty I thought, but I continued on, “It’s raining, and I thought maybe we could meet in the park.” Tonight was going to be the night I told him about my powers. Craig had known me for a long time, and known about my cyclone fetish. He was my best friend, and we had just recently started dating each other.
“Uhh, Storm, now is not really the time. We are on tornado watch. Its not safe, I don’t want you out there.” Craig called me Storm, like he always did. The nickname came from him about ten years ago, when we first started to Stormwatching together. I remember him telling me that he never met someone so interested it the way rain and wind together felt across the checks of my skin, or the fact that I could sense a storm before it actually began.
“But-“ I tried to finish but he cut me off.
“I said no, it’s too dangerous, and we could die. One’s already demolished Jacksonville killing twenty-three people and counting.”
“Your lying, there is no way that is true. I sensed how big it was supposed to be, only tropical rain and some wind from 30 miles off the coast.”
I couldn’t stand him telling me what to do no matter what risk was involved. If I wanted to go outside, I was going, with or without him. “I’m not a little girl. If I am going to die, then this will be the way I die, doing my favorite thing.” What he didn’t know, yet again was that I couldn’t die from the rain, but I would die if I didn’t go out there, I was running low on powers as it was, and tonight was going to be the last night of any sort of storm for the next two weeks.
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8/17/2004, 4:24 pm
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