I pull in my wings as I walk over to a surprisingly calm looking fox and kneel down. I show it my hand as it allows me to pet it like a dog. I laugh and watch them run and play with no care at all, and I wish it could all be that easy. Standing up, I walk over to a sunny spot and spread out my wings The warm sun feels good on my wings, and I sit there for what feels like hours but is just thirty minutes. Then, out of nowhere, I’m startled by a dark figure running behind the trees. I start running after it hoping, that by some small chance they didn’t see my wings. After about 15 minutes of looking for the dark figure on the ground and in the air. I give up and return to the ground angry as ever that someone would spy on me. Without knowing I start flipping over rocks and lashing out more. Then I turn and break some giant tree branches that are 50 feet away. This is just one of the many things that happen with my dark powers when I get angry. I fly back home still mad as ever, slamming open the door and closing it without touching it. As the glass on the door shatters, I hear my mom scream. I run upstairs and cause boxes fly around and explode.
My mom opens the door “ You need to control your anger!” She yells over all the noise. I fall on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The next thing I know I’m laying in a bed that’s not mine.