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I am not like most people. For most people, normal would be, Goth, or punk, being in with the crowd, and allowed to do anything the want to. They would be popular, and get expensive presents around Valentines Day, they would also be one of the most known at the school, and look at the other people in a nasty look. Those are the type of people, who caused my life to change, and that is one of the reasons why I despise the air they breath, the ground they walk on, and the fact on who they are. I do not belong into any of these groups, in fact, I don’t belong in one. I am not a loaner, those have their own group. People are nice to me, yes. Though most of the time, I am just a person to say hi to, or rare, a friend. Probably I may be all of their friends now, considering on what has just happened to me.

My power isn’t a normal thing to most people. It isn’t normal at all, come to think of it. When is it that you meet somebody with a power? You would probably think, “Yeah.. Right.. Whatever..” as most people would say. Though you all know the saying, you don’t believe it, till you see it. So you all may never see what my power is, if you believe me, which I highly doubt. Powers are fantasy after all, though sometimes they are realistic. Would you care to explain to me why people say they have powers of sensing other presence unfamiliar to our world? Or believing in fortune cookies, and what you read, suddenly comes true? Or is that only with me? You probably still don’t believe me though.

My name isn’t a freaky, weird, name, as you would expect to hear from somebody who says she has powers. My name isn’t like Airtimes, or Talika, or some crazy name. ‘Nor do I not have a normal name like Joe, or Mary. My name is Seven Meters. Just like the number seven, and in the measurement, meters. I am fourteen years old, and I am a freshman in high school. Strands of light chestnut colored hair covers my face, as the rest is brushed behind my ears. I have a light olive skin color, and I have two different colored eyes. My right eye is brown, and the left is green. It isn’t from contacts, its just, natural. Its also cool when you come to think of it, that’s the only time they don’t think you’re a freak. There are many reason why they think I’m a freak, maybe its my big nose or my large nostrils, or is it the way I dress? I wouldn’t see the point of how they hate me on how I dress, I mean, its something.. Normal. How could you be considered a freak by wearing Rebocks, Gap jeans, and a blue long sleeve shirt? I’m not sure, but I think you can come up with reasons.

I’ll tell you my power right now, so you wont have to wait..

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I am not like most people. For most people, normal would be, Goth, or punk, being in with the crowd, and allowed to do anything the want to. They would be popular, and get expensive presents around Valentines Day, they would also be one of the most known at the school, and look at the other people in a nasty look. Those are the type of people, who caused my life to change, and that is one of the reasons why I despise the air they breath, the ground they walk on, and the fact on who they are. I do not belong into any of these groups, in fact, I don’t belong in one. I am not a loaner, those have their own group. People are nice to me, yes. Though most of the time, I am just a person to say hi to, or rare, a friend. Probably I may be all of their friends now, considering on what has just happened to me.

My power isn’t a normal thing to most people. It isn’t normal at all, come to think of it. When is it that you meet somebody with a power? You would probably think, “Yeah.. Right.. Whatever..” as most people would say. Though you all know the saying, you don’t believe it, till you see it. So you all may never see what my power is, if you believe me, which I highly doubt. Powers are fantasy after all, though sometimes they are realistic. Would you care to explain to me why people say they have powers of sensing other presence unfamiliar to our world? Or believing in fortune cookies, and what you read, suddenly comes true? Or is that only with me? You probably still don’t believe me though.

My name isn’t a freaky, weird, name, as you would expect to hear from somebody who says she has powers. My name isn’t like Airtimes, or Talika, or some crazy name. ‘Nor do I not have a normal name like Joe, or Mary. My name is Seven Meters. Just like the number seven, and in the measurement, meters. I am fourteen years old, and I am a freshman in high school. Strands of light chestnut colored hair covers my face, as the rest is brushed behind my ears. I have a light olive skin color, and I have two different colored eyes. My right eye is brown, and the left is green. It isn’t from contacts, its just, natural. Its also cool when you come to think of it, that’s the only time they don’t think you’re a freak. There are many reason why they think I’m a freak, maybe its my big nose or my large nostrils, or is it the way I dress? I wouldn’t see the point of how they hate me on how I dress, I mean, its something.. Normal. How could you be considered a freak by wearing Rebocks, Gap jeans, and a blue long sleeve shirt? I’m not sure, but I think you can come up with reasons.

I’ll tell you my power right now, so you wont have to wait..