Windy weather with a hint of power.

I always knew I was different. Ever since I was young and could start to remember things. The first memory I have to show this was when I was five years old, it was a sunny day and I started to cry. Full on tantrum. My three year old brother took my toy. In that moment, that perfect sunny weather started to rain. Hard. I kept crying, not paying attention to it. The rain stopped when my mom made my brother give me my toy. Since that moment all sorts of weird things like that would happen to me. One time I got so happy, the sun started to shine so bright it hurt my eyes by giving it just one glance. I always thought it was a coincidence until a few days ago.

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5 Days Ago

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Yes! Today's the day. The finals of the soccer championships. My team and I have been preparing for this day for months. I put on my jersey for luck today. I first have to get through a whole day of school before. I rush down to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast I have before ever match I've ever had. Two piece of toast, with avocado. Not one, not two but three piece of bacon and a banana smoothie to go with it. I know I should have some green smoothie filled with vegetables and green stuff but I don't know how people drink that stuff, it's disgusting. I put a Gatorade in my bag to take with me to school. I run to my Mom's room to wake her up. Mom's, am I right? I nudge her a little, not too hard for her to get mad at me. She startles, then jolts up to life. "What? What could you possibly want this early in the morning?" She says tiredly. "I have school today, remember?" I shake my head. "Fuck, it's Monday," She mutters under her breath. She gets up slowly. I get out of her room and recite soccer strategies in my head. I make up fake scenarios to what could happen in the game and how to avoid or use it. My mom gets out fully dressed from head to toe. My mom can't be the only one that can get ready in a matter of minutes. I go to the closet where I find my lucky soccer ball. I touch it to absorb the luck it has given me for all my soccer games. Please let us win the game, please. I leave the closet, dusting myself off and patting my hair. I'm ready.

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School goes by slowly. With my jitteriness, I checked the time every single minute if not every second. I was excited but also nervous at the same time. I meet up with my team in the girls' locker room. I find my closest friend, Serina looking in her locker for something. I tap her shoulder. She startles and lets a frightened gasp. She turns to look at me. "May, you scared the freaking cow out of my heart."

"Cow out of my heart?"

"Yeah, you've never heard that saying before?"

"I don't think anyone has heard that saying before."

She shrugs turning back to her locker. "What are you looking for?" I ask, peering into her locker. "My lucky hair-tie, I can't find it, I've looked everywhere, twice." She keeps digging though her locker. Serina and I were both very superstitious, so if we lose something that brings luck to us, it will not end well. I start to look with her, thinking of every possible location it could be. I even check the bathroom. The game starts in twenty minutes and we still haven't found it. We both go outside to look for it. I find something far from where I'm standing that looks like a hair tie. "I found it!" I shout loud enough for Serina to hear. She come running towards me. "Where is it? Did you really find it?" She beams. I walk towards it and pick it up. It's not a hair-tie. "Oh, I really thought this was it." I look at her. She looks anxious, really anxious. I put my hand on her back. "We'll still win without it. Aren't you wearing your lucky shoes?" I look down at her feet...and she is! "Yeah, I guess that's good enough." She starts to walk back inside. I walk with her.

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The game starts as soon as the referee blows the whistle. I watch the game from my position as goalie. Serina passes the ball to one of our teammates, Maddie. Maddie then heads for the other team's goal, trying to score. She misses. She missed so far away from the goal that it was unbelievable she was on the team. I groan loudly to ensure Maddie could hear me even though she's on the other side of the field. One second after the ball somehow managed to get on our side. The girl with the ball gets closer and closer to the goal I'm guarding. Not on my watch. She lines the ball up with goal, strategizing how to kick it. Then she shoots and I miss. Badly. I went the opposite direction then where the ball was going. 

Score 1-0 and I don't plan on keeping it like that. 

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The game goes and there aren't any other goals except the one that happened at the beginning. The referee blows the whistle signaling that its half-time. I walk over to the edge of the field taking my goalie gloves off. The rest of the players drink water and obtain energy from their energy bars. I sit on a bench, taking a sip from my own water. I might've just cost us the game by letting them get a goal in. You should just quit. You aren't helping them. The voice in my head tells me. I squeeze my plastic water bottle and throw it away. The whistle rings in my ear once more. I run back to the field, ready to win. I feel someone pat my back but I don't look to see who it was. As soon as everyone's in their position we start playing again. I keep my eyes locked on the ball the whole time. I'm not going to let it go in the goal. The ball comes to our side of the field but this time I'm not letting it go in. It comes closer and closer through the kicks of players. Then one person kicks it into the goal and I miss. I miss but not as bad as before. My teammates groan. Serina comes to me, "Maybe you should let someone else be goalie," she says in the nicest way possible but I could tell she didn't want me to cost us the game. However I knew my replacement would be worse than I was so I told her no.

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The ball comes to our side again and this time I'm ready. More than ready. One the girls' on the other team shoots and I attempt to kick it out but instead of that I end up falling. A whistle is blown. I feel hands picking me up and putting me on the bench. I hear a person shuffle in front of me. I look up to see Serina. "Did it go in?" I know the answer but still want to ask. "Yeah," She looks down at her feet." Even Serina doesn't want you on the team. You don't deserve it. I try to block out the voice in my head but I can't because I know it's right. Guilt and anger swarm me making everything turn red. My breathing gets heavier, the voices in my head get louder. The next think I know a tornado is surrounding me. Tables and water bottles get swept up from their places. The only thing I see is gray and destruction. I stand up to try and run from it but the only thing I get from that is more pain. The wind is so strong I'm surprised I didn't get sucked in either. You won't get out of this alive and no one would even care. I push and push that voice out of my head and calm myself down to think about how to get out of this alive. However, as soon as I do the tornado disappears. The tables, benches and other objects fall to the ground, making it look like a frat party after midnight. I look around to see every pair of eyes in a mile radius are on me. They couldn't possibly think I did this, could they? Who am I fooling, of course they do. I run, I keep running until I can't see a patch of grass. I can never return to the match. They would put me in a lab and dissect me. I can't ever return to my old life.