The Awakening

Part 3

Every single day is the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, work, eat lunch, do more work, eat dinner, sleep. The only mystery is what God forsaken hour they will wake us up at.

I don’t know the exact times because they don’t give us clocks, but I know they woke up at least an hour apart each day. Each day when they woke the Glaciers up, it was a little bit lighter outside than the last day. But I know their game, that are trying to make us fall for a pattern before that rip it away. I’m not going to fall for it.

They don’t give us clocks so they can end and start up new schedules as that please. We don’t have a set time for anything. Here at Hammond if they wake you in the middle of the night to polish their shoes or clean one of their uniforms, you have to do it. If you refuse, they’ll send you to the Pit. The Pit is a fate worse than death.

2 years ago it would have been possible to ask any of them, they would tell you that I was very outgoing and nice with the other Glaciers. But that changed because of my naivete.


My Life as a Basketball Hoop

Basketball Hoop

You know me for my long hanging spine

You take your shots, but they’re really mine

I have to sit there and watch you play

While my only friend is a world away


Taunting you, baiting

Standing there, waiting

Down there, you look like ants

Watching you run back and forth, I hear your pants


Oh, what I’d do to stretch my legs and play with you

Not to win, though scoring would be no issue

But to belong

To have a team that makes me strong


To be your muse

Not just something you use

But alas, I a mere basketball hoop

Destined to partake in this endless loop

The Awakening

Mud Ball

Part 2

You may be wondering what I meant by saying that I was only pretending to be a Glacier. Well…. I have the powers of a Furry, a Cylcone, a Groundshakers, and a Glacier. It is dangerous to be apart of just one faction, let alone all four.

When I first got to Hammond they shot a girl like me right in front of us saying that anyone like her would suffer a similar fate.


I was pushed out of the van without warning, so I had no time to even think of breaking my fall. I got a face full of dirt. Sometime between the time I was taken and now it started to rain. Not too much but enough for dirt to turn to mud.

I was yanked up harshly and onto my feet. There were many nondescript vans parked near mine. While I was out they must have picked up others because more men were pulling them out the same way they had did me.

A man was barking orders to get us all in lines separated by gender. He was a large man and what little hair he had left was snow white and scruffy. His voice was as if you scraped sandpaper down his throat. He opened his mouth to bark out another order when he was cut off by girl no older than me flinging a guard against the wall.

The girl had just flicked her hand and the guard was sent flying feet away with a gust of wind. With another flick of her hand, the rain started to gather and form a ball with the mud. In seconds she had a dozen identical balls of rain water and mud ready to take aim at anyone.

She turned to the man and raised her right arm to take her aim. Her face had an expression of pure and unfettered hatred and anger.

There was a loud pop that made my ears start to ring. The girl crumpled to the ground and with her so did the balls of rain and mud.

“Put her in the cell,” barked the huge man with a face filled with so much disgust. After she was taken away, he turned to us. “Now listen you freaks, if any of you try to escape or even so much hint that you have more than just one power, we will not hesitate to take you out. Your old life is over,” he ended with a smirk.

Some people started to cry, I would’ve have too if I wasn’t so shocked.

‘She’s like me. She has more than one power. Oh are they going to kill me too when they find out. –No Sam, they won’t. They are not going to find out. No matter what.’

After the director left, we were pushed into a facility that held a lot of equipment.


“Keep moving, Glacier,” a guard shouted at me, roughly nudging me with the butt of his rifle.

That made me move twice as fast blending back with the other Glaciers without any complaints. Here at Hammond to complain is to draw attention to yourself. To draw attention to yourself is to die.

Change in the Tides Part 2

Picture of the ocean with thunderstorm clouds overhead.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate not having the choice on how to live my life. I hate having to wear black all the time, it is just depressing. I hate that because of this secret I can’t hang out with my best friend at school. I hate having to hide myself the most.

“Why can’t I at least try to be normal for once,” I whined to my parents who were reading the newspaper.

My dad turned to me with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Honey we’ve been over this. We don’t want to attract any attention to ourselves.”

“No. Acting like I am emo and that I hate the world is making me stand out more. I am separating myself from society and I look suspicious, dad. It is not who I am. Plus, you and Mom don’t act like you hate the world now do you. Why does it have to be different for me!” I yelled at the end starting to get angry.

“Don’t raise your voice at your dad, Lily,” warned my father.

“I deserve to have a say in my life, Mom,” I huffed at her.

“You are only a child and you don’t know enough about the world.”

“I’m 16 dad. I’m old enough to drive, so I’m old enough to at least have a say in my life. I’m going to college in two years and I am so not going to community just so you can hold me in your voice longer!” I yell.

“Go to your room, Lily!” Boomed my father.

His veins we’re starting to glow blue. When us Calorians get really upset or just too much of any emotion, our veins start to glow. I was angry, they always treat me like a little kid. I clench my hand and make the water in my dad’s cup expand so much the glass shatters.

“Hope you enjoy your water,” then I turn to leave grabbing my hoodie along the way.

I hear my parents calling my new as I step out the door but I keep walking. I know that I’ll be in trouble but I don’t care. I just had to get out of there before I accidentally hurt one of them because I was so angry at them. I just kept on walking and walking not knowing where I was going, just needing to clear my head.

I end up at the park, so I sit down on a bench. eyes just listening to the chirping of the birds and chatter of the squirrels.making there way across the forest behind.

“Your Lily, right?” A random boy said startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yes….?” I asked obviously waiting for him to say his name. He looked vaguely familiar though.

“I’m Peter. Peter Carter. I’m in your Chem class with Mrs. Dubowsky,” he said sitting down.

Sure sit down. Please, why don’t we have a not completely unwarranted and unexpected conversation. It’s not like I was interrupted on my relaxing time or anything.

“So why are you out here all alone? I’m here with my little sister Emma,” he says as he points to her.

She was a bouncing, giggly ball of energy. She had hair the color of flames pulled back into two pigtails and was currently lost in her own fantasy world.

“Just to get away from my parents,” I indulged him with conversation.

“Yeah, parents can get pretty annoying. I don’t mean to pry but what were you fighting about?”

He seemed so genuinely nice and curious that I decided to answer him even though I usually don’t open up to people, let alone strangers. “Um, the usual. College and them being too controlling. I’m most likely in trouble for just bolting but I had to leave.” I wasn’t lying just not saying the whole truth.

“I get what you mean. Me and my parents are ways talking about how I need to focus on football so I can get a scholarship to a good college, but the truth is, I hate football. Wow I’ve never told anyone that,” Peter confessed.

My mouth flew open and o just stared at him with a shocked expression. I bet I looked dumb but I just could help it. “Wa-wa-wait. Hold on, aren’t you the star quarter back and the captain. How are you that good if you don’t like it?” I asked disbelievingly.

“I know right,” he dryly chuckled. “Football used to be my life, but ever since sophomore year started it started to become less about me and more about my parents. I played football because it was fun and I enjoyed it, bit my parents to play it so I can have a career in football like my dad. I don’t want to be a football player, I want to be a computer science engineer. Whenever I bring it up, it never ends well,” Peter said sadly.

“I know the feeling. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” he said turning to me with a curious face.

“I’m not actually emo, it I’d just an act. My parents told me that I had to act that way so I wouldn’t stick out. Do you know Cameron Diaz?”

“Who doesn’t know Cameron Diaz?” Peter scoffed.

“Well, she is my best friend. We have been best friends since I moved here in kindergarten. All a part of the act. We are never seen at school but are practicing inseperable after school.”


“I know–” I was cut off by the sound of thunder. I just now realized that the sky had considerably gotten darker and big, black angry-looking clouds had formed over us.

“Uuuh, I need to go back home. It’s getting late and my parents are probably angry enough,” I said panicking.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening. I am so screwed.

“Okay do you need me to walk you home, Lily?”

“No, I’m fine,” I was about to turn away when it was like the heavens decided to open up on us and a huge deluge of water dropped down on us, soaking us in seconds.

I could feeling it happening, the tingling sensation all through my body. Then I could see a blue glow reflect against Peter’s face. When Calorians get wet our marks that are otherwise invisible start to glow and our powers start to ignite. Judging by Peter’s face it was starting.

I bolted back home, not sparing even one look back at Peter. Tears started to stream down my face. I had messed up. Big time.

The Awakening

Ice cracked over the top of water

Part 1

There was no warning when they started to take us away from our families. They said we were special, now I know that was just a glorified way of saying that we were freaks and are too dangerous to keep in society. They split us by our abilities. The Furies who could manipulate fire, the Groundshakers who could manipulate earth, the Cyclones who can manipulate air, and the Glaciers who can manipulate water. I am a Glacier, or at least that is what I pretend to be. I was taken when I was twelve.


It was the middle of the night. I had been having this dream of a girl on a hill. Only that hill seemed fresh, like it wasn’t there two seconds ago. You could see the dirt mound with no grass on it. The girl had an aura about her as if she had just risen the mound all by herself in a matter of seconds. With a flick of her hand she rose off the ground and the hill ignited in flames. As the image got closer and her face got clearer, I realized it was me on the hill. I was the one with that tremendous power. And that is when it all changed, her face contorted in fear, like she had just awoken from a trance and whipped her head around, looking for something. Her eyes landed on a river and she seemed to command the water because a deluge of water was pointed straight at the hill.

I woke up with a start because a loud creaking and then a bang sounded through my house. Water was pouring from everywhere. From the ceiling, from the floor, from the walls. Everywhere. My parents came rushing in asking if I was okay. The expression on there face was like they already knew what happened, what I did –before I even told them.

My dad left the room saying that he was going to call the plumber, the expression on his face was distant, cold even. My mother was talking to me as if I was a stray animal, gentle but wary.

Another ten minutes went by before I heard it. Before I heard the sound of my front door slam open, squeaky boots rushing up the stairs and the surprisingly gentle knock on my bedroom door.

“Why is the plumber knocking at my door mom?” I say confusedly.

“Um, they aren’t plumbers,” she explained with the same voice, like I’m a caged animal, ready to lash out at any moment.

“Who are they?”

. “They–

My mom was cut off by another knock, this one a little less gentle. My mom rose from my bed and padded her way through my flooded floor and opened my door for the men. They were wearing yellow hazmat suits with shiny black boots. I couldn’t figure out why they where here, none of is were sick.

“Nobody is sick Mom? Why are they here?” I started to feel panicked.

“Yes you are honey, but it is okay we are going to get you help though. These men are going to take you to a facility where they can get rid of your…… specialities,” then she turned and said something I couldn’ t hear to the men and they walked towards me.

I had heard of kids with special abilities who got taken away from their families, but I never thought I would be one of them. Most cases they were forcefully taken from their families, I never once heard of their parents simply giving them up.

I feel cold gloved hands gripping my arms and lifting me off my bed. I struggled against their hold but it was futile. They were stronger than me and I would not be able to break free.

“Mommy, Daddy please don’t do this! I-I-I’ll be good! If I did anything, I’m so, so, so, so sorry! Just please, don’t send me away! No, let me go! Let me go! Please–!” my pleading was cut off by a gloved hand over my mouth.

I tried to bite it, bit the glove was too thick and did nothing to injurE the man. I was just rushed into this non-descript van faster. I tried to summon the power I felt earlier when I burst the pipes, but nothing came. Nothing happened. I didn’t feel powerful, I just felt empty. They must have injected me with something because everything went black.


It has been seven years here at Hammond and I cannot get their faces out of my mind. The look of utter righteousness makes me sick, but I can never hate them because after all they are my parents. Even though they condemned me to this hell, I still love them. I still miss them.

Change in Tides part 1



My name is Lily and I’m an alien. My parents are also aliens. I have special powers that I am not allowed to use. You are probably thinking that sounds familiar to another story, but it isn’t. I am nowhere close to a superhero.

I wear all black. Black nail polish, black clothes, black eyeliner, even black eye shadow. Except I am not emo, at least I don’t want to be. My parents forced me to dress that way because since I’m really pretty– their words not mine– I would attract too much attention to myself. Emo kids are left alone, so that is why I only have one friend, Cameron. She is the only other person who knows my family are aliens.

Cameron is not emo, she is your regular highschool girl. Not popular, but everyone knows her anyways because she is really nice. Me and Cameron don’t talk at school because someone like her and someone like me hanging out together would raise too many questions, bit after school we are inseperable. It works that we are next door neighbors.

At home, I am nothing like what I pretend to be at school. I don’t have social anxiety, I don’t wear the color black, and I study really hard instead of pretending like I just don’t care about anything. I’m actually really girly, bit like everything else, I have to hide that part away.

I told Cameron that I was an alien on her 13 birthday. It was just us and we were having a sleepover…


Let’s go in the pool, it’s so nice outside today,” Cameron told me as she went through her dresser to get us some bathing suits.

Sure,” I said before going to sit on her bed.

“Pink or deep blue,” Cameron said turning around to show me the options in her hand. The pink one in her right and the deep blue one in her left. I nodded my head in the direction of the deep blue one and she threw it in my face.

Cameron!,” I giggled and so did she.

“Now go get dressed. You know where the bathroom is,” she said with a smile on my face.

After we both got dressed we headed over to her new pool that her family had just got. It had a nice pathway that led to her backyard to the pool. I don’t know what it was but it was like the water was calling my name because as soon as she opened the gate I darted into the pool.

When I stepped in, I felt a tingly sensation all over my body and could hear a low humming in my ears like the purr of a Lamborghini starting up for the first time. I had a smile on my face, but when I turned to look at Cameron, she was till frozen by the edge staring at me. I was relieved that the look on her face was not terror, in fact it was the opposite.  It was excitement with a hint of concern. It seemed that concern and excitement were battling for dominance, but concern seemed to win because she jumped in after me and quickly pulled me out. Her head kept on darting back and forth as she wrapped me in her towel and led me to her room before shutting the door behind us.

“Tell me everything,” she said, excitement seeming to come back now that I wasn’t out in the open anymore.

It was at that moment that I seemed to remember what my dad said to me before I left…

Don’t go into the pool. As you are nearing your 13th birthday, the water is going to start changing you. You are also going to start changing it as well.