Just another storm

I sit alone on the ground on the school’s soccer field. The sun shined on my back as I tried to relax. The bruises on my arms were still fresh from the beating I just got away from. Those stupid seniors think they can bully any quiet girl around.
I see another one of the seniors as they start to run up to me. I get up, but not fast enough.
“Ugly girl, why don’t you just leave this school? You know we all hate you.” He shouts, picking me up by my shirt so my feet dangled from the ground.
More of the seniors start running up to me, to watch me painfully struggle to get away.
The big one that had just barely picked me up started swinging his fat fists at my face.
They can feel the change in the air as anger courses through my body.
I hate everything and everyone, I hate all of it. Why can’t they just leave me alone?
The wind starts to pick up and clouds suddenly roll in. Lightning flashes in the background.
They just have to ruin my life. Ugh, why won’t they leave me alone?
Thunder trembles the earth as the rain starts to pour.
“What’s going on?” Those high school kids mutter as they start to look around.
Fatty let go of me, dropping me to the ground, finally releasing my shirt collar.
They all look at me, my eyes change color from a blue-grey to shiny silver. They step back, realizing the change in the earth was me.
Suddenly, lightning strikes the ground, just inches away from everyone.
“Let’s get out of here!” One of the skinny cheerleaders scream.
So they all start running across the dirt, but then the rain started pouring harder than ever as a thick fog arose. They couldn’t even see two feet away from them, so they all ran into each other, slipping over one another.
I laugh. Hard.
Lightning had just zapped the guy that picked me up a moment ago. He dropped to the ground, dead.
Evil flickered in my eyes like a candlelight.
They all know what’s happening. They all know they’re going to die one by one.
Another lightning strike and then another.
Four more drop dead.
They scream, terrorized.
Another one drops dead also.
Lightning strikes a tree and then falls on another kid.
Two more left. That cheerleader and her boyfriend. Oh how I hated them too.
I used the rest of my anger up on them, striking them both with silver lightning.



“This just in, a terrible thunder storm just hit only around Cherokee High. It killed eight teenagers today just after school let out around three. It is said to be the second one this month.” A reporter announced on the channel nine news.
I grinned. That was just another murder case that would never be found out. I mean, who would ever expect lightning as a weapon?