Kara was curled up on her bed. She was very confused. She had used her newfound power to get out of a test, get back at a bully, and make herself more popular. She had discovered a few new things about her power, too. For one thing, she couldn’t change what she made happen. For another, she couldn’t seem to change nature at all. She had tried to make it stop raining during break, but nothing happened. Kara grabbed her journal and a pen. She had always been able to express her feelings with her simple black notebook and pen.
Dear Jounal,
I’m excited. I have this cool power now, and I can-
She stopped. Was that truly how she felt?
Dear Journal,
I’m scared. I’m ruining people’s lives and I can’t seem to stop-
Dear Journal,
I’m confused. Where did this come from? I havn’t had any alien experiences or anything-
Dear Journal,
What will Araminta think? What will the world think?
Dear Journal,
What should I do…
Kara’s sister found her two hours later, fast asleep with tear tracks running down her face.