Snippet #2280414

I'm sick of Samanth. She's just so...perfect. When I last saw her she was fun and funny, less hard core, and more appreciative of a good time. Then again, that was a long time ago... And what does Ms.Snob mean a disorder? The only disorder she has is over studying. You know what, I'm willing to accept that Hades doesn't like Sam, but Matthew sure does. I'm positive I need to get away. I just take one scornful glance at Sam, and run into the woods. Usually I'm loyal, but I make few friends, and I don't know these wierdos. It's been 3 days, so only four to go until I'm free from here and meet that Jon Whiebane everyone here is always talking about. I take a deep breath. The ground feels treacherous to me so I try something I've only done a few times. I take a deep breath, and imagine I have wings. Long, beautiful wings, but I'm still human. Then I fly away, and land on a cloud. I open my eyes, and there I am, on the very thunderhead I'd hoped to be. Just to annoy Sam, I fly my cloud to directly over her head, where she's just sitting, thinking. I see her rub her legs... and the the world around me is a whirls of lightning and rain. My element, my life, my safety zone. The weather. Hades and Adena should be okay, but sam, she'll be soaked. And while I know she'll be soaking up water like a tree, eventually, I know there will be too much. Only the will I pull away. Sam doesn't know it's me because I'm not on the ground. Sure she can send an earthquake, but I can send a storm.