I haven't been writing short storie in a while. So here goes... Girl of Weather “Oh my god, I can’t believe she did that- in front of people!†I stare at Selene Rethaw and her friends gossiping while trying to find a seat in the cafeteria, then settle at the table across from mine. “Such gossipers, right Regan?†Lydia, my best friend, whispered. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Regan Winslow, a 12-year old girl who’s in 7th grade at a middle school. Selene Rethaw is one of the most popular girls in 7th grade, just saying. “Yeah,†I replied to Lydia’s question, “They should really consider going to that mental institution down the road just so they can be cured of their Bieber Fever.†BOOM! BOOM! I look out the window and, to my shock, a thunderstorm just started without explanation. Then I turn to Selene and see that she’s angry. “Did she hear my little comment?†I thought, “I whispered it as soft as I could.†Then I notice that Selene got up from her seat and is walking toward us. “Run!!!†Lydia shouts while she drags me out of the cafeteria. -------------------------- TRICKLE. TRICKLE. PLOOSH. TRICKLE. I wake up to the sound of rain trickling on my window. “This is odd,†I told myself, “the news said last night there was only a 16% chance of rain today. But oh well.†------------------------ “WAAAAAAAH.†I notice that Selene is crying as hard as the rain is pouring, though I had no idea why. “Two days in a row weather acts like Selene’s moods,†I thought, “That’s unusual, but I’ll carry on. Maybe the rain will stop tomorrow.†---------------------------------- Fourth Period. As I am working, my intestines start to feel weird, like if something was trying to come out of me. “Ms. Peterson,†I start, “Can I use the restroom?†“Yes.†My teacher replies from behind her desk. “Thanks.†I grab a hall pass and walk out of the classroom. As I walk in the bathroom, I hear mumbling coming in the last stall. So I decide to go in the stall next to that one to hear what that girl was saying. While in the stall, I hear a familiar voice saying, “Make it thunder. Make it thunder. Make it thunder. MAKE IT THUNDER!†BOOM! BOOM! The voice belonged to no other than Selene Rethaw. I slowly walk out of the stall, seeing this being written on the mirror (by someone invisible) while I do so: “Heck yes, I can control the weather. I control it a lot around the area. You heard me in the bathroom, now you know. Don’t be afraid; open the stall farthest from the door.†I run to the stall the writing told me to go and jerk open the door. There I see Selene, of course, but her hair is moving in every direction possible. And I notice wings on her too. Selene laughed, “So now you know, huh?†“What are you planning to do?†I ask impatiently. “Don’t you see? I’m trying to take over the world, and maybe the universe with my power,†She started, “I took this school already. Now I take Sacramento. Then California. Then the U.S. Then, the most awesome of them all: THE WORLD!†“I’ll then free this school, and spoil your plans!†I never thought about saying those words, yet they come out. “Go ahead and try.†Selene sneers. I feel my feet sprinting, yet I didn’t ask them to sprint. But I decide not to tell them to stop anyway. I tackle Selene and attempt to flush her head down the toilet, but she resists, and tries to push me into a nearby trash can (we were in the handicapped stall) and succeeds. “You’re powerless against me, Regan Donna Winslow.†Selene stated. While in the trash can, I discover half of a pair of scissors and decide to use them. I aim them at Selene (not looking at Selene though) and say, “That’s where you’re wrong, monster!†JAB! I step out of the trash can and turn around. Now I see ordinary Selene Rethaw, her hair still in all directions though, and still with her wings. Her chest is soaked in blood, that piece of scissors deep in her chest. I try to catch her as she fell. “Thank…†Selene starts, “… you.†As her eyes close, the rain stops, little by little. And when her chest stops moving, I notice the first glimpse of sun in one day and nineteen hours. “Now Selene has her wings for good,†I think, “she’s not an angel now, but a goddess. Selene, the goddess of weather. Brainashed by evil to come down here and try to take over the world. “Now Selene Rethaw is free.†I hope you enjoyed it! =) (Why yes the main character in this is Pamela Winslow's younger sister. Thank you for asking)
