Siesta stood in the school grounds and kept her head low. Even the teachers avoided her whenever they could.

They eyed her carefully as she opened the huge,wooden doors. She walked through the halls, hoping nobody would stop her. No, they wouldn't stop her. They wouldn't bother to touch her because that was why she was freaky.

"Kills at the touch" They say. This was her nickname because of the time she was playing chasing with a boy and caught him. The boy fell over and was sent to hospital never to be seen again. Siesta felt guilty about this and became as quiet as she is today. She was bullied since - Never physically because they were afraid of her touching them. Always verbally. "Freak!" "Odd 'Un!" "Weirdo!" "Murderer!" She had been called every name you could think of for the past couple of years.

It happened when she was 7 and she is now 16, so it has been 9 years of it. 9 Years of pain. 9 Years in hell. She was thinking of ending it all but decided not to. She would rather die with pride instead of being known as a coward who couldnt face the world. She arrived at her class and sat at her desk which uncountable hate notes where stuffed into.

Sometimes, she cant hold back the tears.Sometimes, she has to cry. But at her age, having no parents was hard. She only had her brother, The cold, and her sister, the dirt to keep her going. Sometimes, she could turn water into ice with her mind. Sometimes, she could lift trees from the ground. This had something to do with her siblings.

((Diamond if you enjoyed. Thank you for reading. Chapter 3 coming soon.))