• I had to get away. They're screaming at me. I had no idea what they wanted with me! This happened to me every day, I get chased around by some adults. I pass kids on the street but all they do is glare at me like I am a demon or a monster that had hurt them. So I always wince in pain when I see kids who look at me and let me get chased by these people that try to kill me. I even fear to wake up. Somedays I don't even want to wake up. I just want to lie in bed motionless so they would think that I was dea- "Get back here you little Demon! you need to die!" a loud scream inturupted my thoughts. I looked back at the man who had said those hurtful words and ran away faster, with tears in my eyes. How could my own father say something like that? The only thing i remembered was a sharp pain in my back, and then I blacked out.



    I woke up in a hospital bed. How did I know it was a hospital bed? Have you ever been to the hospital? The walls could make you feel sicker than you all ready are, they really need to brighten up the place. Anyway, back to the point. When I woke up I noticed a boy sitting next to me. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He looked asleep but when I sat up his head snapped over to face me. He looked shy and quiet nice. He was about my age. If not alittle older than me. He had short red hair, but I think he was growing it out, and sea foam eyes. He wore a gourd on his back, it looked heavey so it must have been full of water or something like that. He looked at me suspiciously, while I stared at his gourd. "What is that?" I asked pointing to the gourd. He was silent for a moment and was blushing. He removed it from his back and placed it infront of me, and then removed the cork that was keeping what ever was in there in. I leaned in to touch it, But sand spilled out and blocked my hand from going close to his and the gourd. He looked down ashamed. I couldn't tell why. If he was doing this then it was the best thing i've ever seen! I was amazed at how the sand would follow my hand, left, right, left, right. It even tried to n** at me a few times. I wondered if I was dreaming so I pinched myself. "ouch!" I said. The boy looked at me, he must have thought that his sand had hurt me. I reached out for him and touched his arm lightly "No. no that wasn't you. I pinched myself to see if I was still awake" I said. He must have trusted me because his sand was not trying to hurt me. "Why?" He asked in a light tone, I could barley hear him but replied any way "because your amazing! the way you can control your sand is the most awesome thi-" "they were going to kill you. If my sand hadn't of tried to first" A small tear rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away and pouted "Why are you crying? I'm not angry at you" I said waiting for a slap in the face, what I would ussually get from my father, but no slap came. Maybe I really was dead? No that couldn't be. I felt something warm on my lips and realized that he had kissed me. I sat there motionless and a smile soon broke out on my face. I hugged him tight and giggled. "so do you want to go to the park?"I asked him softly. He nodded lightly and sat up. he helped me out of the hospital bed and I found my clothes , got changed and we climbed out of a window.



    *time skip (I will be contiuing the story when i'm acctually awake! ((4:06 am never went to sleep for like two days, can't keep typeing)))