|Girl of Weather
Author: Flowergothic PM
A young girl named Regan Winslow must fight a possessed goddess of weather. Rated its rating for Violence and mild blood.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Fantasy - Words: 805 - Published: 06-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3034278
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Girl of Weather
"Oh my god, I can't believe she did that- in front of people!"
I stare at Selene Rethaw and her friends gossiping while trying to find a seat in the cafeteria, then settle at the table across from mine.
"Such gossipers, right Regan?" Lydia, my best friend, whispered.
Allow me to introduce myself:
I am Regan Winslow, a 12-year old girl who's in 7th grade at a middle school. Selene Rethaw is one of the most popular girls in 7th grade, just saying.
"Yeah," I replied to Lydia's question, "They should really consider going to that mental institution down the road just so they can be cured of their Bieber Fever."
I look out the window and, to my shock, a thunderstorm just started without explanation. Then I turn to Selene and see that she's angry. "Did she hear my little comment?" I thought, "I whispered it as soft as I could."
Then I notice that Selene got up from her seat and is walking toward us.
"Run!" Lydia shouts while she drags me out of the cafeteria.
TRICKLE. TRICKLE. PLOOSH. TRICKLE.
I wake up to the sound of rain trickling on my window.
"This is odd," I told myself, "the news said last night there was only a 16% chance of rain today. But oh well."
I notice that Selene is crying as hard as the rain is pouring, though I had no idea why.
"Two days in a row weather acts like Selene's moods," I thought, "That's unusual, but I'll carry on. Maybe the rain will stop tomorrow."
As I am working, my intestines start to feel weird, like if something was trying to come out of me.
"Ms. Peterson," I start, "Can I use the restroom?"
"Yes." My teacher replies from behind her desk.
"Thanks." I grab a hall pass and walk out of the classroom.
As I walk in the bathroom, I hear mumbling coming in the last stall. So I decide to go in the stall next to that one to hear what that girl was saying.
While in the stall, I hear a familiar voice saying, "Make it thunder. Make it thunder. Make it thunder. MAKE IT THUNDER!"
The voice belonged to no other than Selene Rethaw.
I slowly walk out of the stall, seeing this being written on the mirror (by someone invisible) while I do so:
"Heck yes, I can control the weather. I control it a lot around the area. You heard me in the bathroom, now you know. Don't be afraid; open the stall farthest from the door."
I run to the stall the writing told me to go and jerk open the door. There I see Selene, of course, but her hair is moving in every direction possible. And I notice wings on her too.
Selene laughed, "So now you know, huh?"
"What are you planning to do?" I ask impatiently.
"Don't you see? I'm trying to take over the world, and maybe the universe with my power," She started, "I took this school already. Now I take Sacramento. Then California. Then the U.S. Then, the most awesome of them all: THE WORLD!"
"I'll then free this school, and spoil your plans." I never thought about saying those words, yet they come out.
"Go ahead and try." Selene sneers.
I feel my feet sprinting, yet I didn't ask them to sprint. But I decide not to tell them to stop anyway.
I tackle Selene and attempt to flush her head down the toilet, but she resists, and tries to push me into a nearby trash can (we were in the handicapped stall) and succeeds.
"You're powerless against me, Regan Donna Winslow." Selene stated.
While in the trash can, I discover half of a pair of scissors and decide to use them. I aim them at Selene (not looking at Selene though) and say, "That's where you're wrong, monster!"
I step out of the trash can and turn around. Now I see ordinary Selene Rethaw, her hair still in all directions though, and still with her wings. Her chest is soaked in blood, that piece of scissors deep in her chest. I try to catch her as she fell.
"Thank…" Selene starts, "… you."
As her eyes close, the rain stops, little by little.
And when her chest stops moving, I notice the first glimpse of sun in one day and nineteen hours.
"Now Selene has her wings for good," I think, "she's not an angel now, but a goddess. Selene, the goddess of weather. Brainwashed by evil to come down here and try to take over the world.
"Now Selene Rethaw is free."