I Got You Windy
by Shawn Buttry Today was a weird day. It is the third day of school, and even though it is still summer it was 0 degrees! They canceled school and pretty much everything else since everyone is convinced it is the end of the world. My Mom is in the living room talking to my Grandma, and listening to the news which is a mix of scientist star eyed speculating at the anomaly of how every thermometer is accurately reading 0 degrees no matter what unit it is or where it is in the world. And crazy, people who somehow got interviewed, ranting that you should have been preparing a doomsday shelter, this enter time. I, on the other hand, unlike the rest of the world, refused to hide in my “safe” house or some hole that I built in the ground, and called it smart preparation. I know exactly what it is, she’s upset. I put on three of my best leggings, a big pair of sweatpants, two sweaters, and a big fur coat. I open my door and immediately shrink back to hide in my room as my Mom paced by my room. She paused for a moment and asked “Chloe is up, are you ok?” As she was about to open the door I stuck my hand out and stopped it, responding nervously “I uuuhhhm… I’m uhhh… I’m uh-naked don’t come. I’m good though, thanks mom.” “Well okay, come out so we can talk, and whatever you do, don’t go outside.” My Mom said as she walked away. I let out a deep sigh then muttered under my breath, “Yeah, I know Mom.” I waited for her footsteps to reside and lucky enough for me I heard the front door open and a huge gust of wind whipped in causing lots of noise and distraction. Mom was probably looking at the weather for herself. I took this perfect opportunity to rush out the back door as quietly as possible. I had to fight for a good 10 seconds to get the door closed. Though I am far from weak, the wind was pushing against me with such force in every direction I thought I might fly away. I ran to the gate where my back was chained up. I take the necklace I keep the key on out of my shirt, unlock it and bolt to the back of the yard to the secret path. I go through a gap where my neighbor's fence is broken, and I come out on the street behind my house. I take that down through our quaint little city. Man, you know a lot of people give me weird looks especially on my bike. I am a 17 year old black girl, 5 foot tall with about two 3 foot braids of luscious brown hair. But now add in that I am on a ginormous heavy duty mountain bike. Today if anyone was out today the looks would be much worse, because on top of all that I look like that ET guy when he was trying to learn to fly a bike. My braids are just swinging every which way and the wind is so bad that when I come over the top of a hill or around a sharp turn I would lift off the ground for quite a few seconds. I zipped into downtown, passed the news station, the city hall, city park until finally, I turned right down a spooky looking street with nothing except for crooked trees and a big massive building, that was the local greenhouse a long long time ago. I came to a stop, jumped off my bike, and ran inside. The wind was so much worse here I definitely flew a couple of times, guess I was right. I managed to get inside and to my surprise instead of the wind getting worse inside it went dead still. It was only one large rectangular room about 100 by 200 feet and at least 50 feet tall with a fancy glass vault ceiling. I looked around but didn't see anything outside of us all, the doors in the back that used to lead somewhere, and the 5 foot shelf tables wrapping around the interior wild with years of untamed weeds. “Windy!” I called out and that is when it all hit me it was like a brick wall of wind, emotion, and sound all at once. I couldn't make out what all that was but it took me a second to recuperate from that accidental blow. I looked up and in a swirling ball of wind in a small transparent blue, a girl hugging her knees to her chest was floating 40 feet in the air. “Windy!” I called up again. The little girl yelled back in a small voice in between sobs, Windy usually looks around my age even though she is eternally older, today she looked a lot younger than usual. “GO AWAY!” She blasted me with wind and her reverse empathy power again, only this time it was a lot weaker, I could tell she was seriously hurting. I used the techniques she had taught me in the past 3 summers, the same ones I used to get here without dying, to balance on the now furious wind around me and float on up to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and in a quiet and approachable voice I asked “What's wrong Windy?” She looked up at me and just the sad look and water in her eyes was enough to break my heart, but then she said “He’s gone. My Dad died.” and something about the way she said it just killed me inside. She tucked her head back in between her knees. Without thinking about it I pulled her into a hug and said with tears in my eyes too and slowly told the story I didn't trust with anyone else “It’s going to be okay. I remember how I felt when I lost my Dad. I probably wouldn't have made it, but then I met you,” Windy looked up at me and the wind started to die down. “You were so kind and nice to me and because of your powers you could feel what I was going through and supported me even though I gave you absolutely no reason to.” At that part we were back on the ground and we both chuckled a bit. “I am so grateful, to you. I will always be here for you, because I care about you.” I could feel my cheeks flush, but I didn't care. Instead I focused on the swelling feeling of pride and friendship growing in my chest.” I could see it clearly now, she must have changed her appearance cause now instead of looking like she was 3 she was back to appearing 17, but she was still as beautiful as ever. We stared at each other for a minute, and as soon as I was about to ask if she was okay now she pulled me into a tight hug and we just sat there for who knows how long. I could already see the headline no one else would. Random High School Girl Saves The World By Calming Down The Demigod of Wind and Emotion. I sat up abruptly startling Windy who had gotten so comfy that apparently she had started to doze off. “What's wrong?” Windy asked me. I said what I had thought that just popped into my head “Wait a second, wasn't your dad the immortal god of storms?” Windy just looked down and nodded. All of a sudden all of the warm and cuddly companionship was replaced with a sticky, prickly, hot, and boiling emotion, I knew that whoever had done this to her I was going to find them and make them pay. “Wind” Written by Jacoby T AKA Battle Hawk Life learned how to move because of the wind, unexpectedly changing for better or for worse. Love floats with the wind, guided by the heart and soul of nature herself. Death poisons the wind with corruption, Tainting every heart within range War is highlighted by the wind, The sounds of battle cries, victory, defeat, and last breaths are carried throughout the atmosphere for all to hear and empathize with those who have also endured loss. Wind knows no boundaries, it flows wherever it pleases it has no prejudice, it doesn't love or hate, it has no reason Wind makes no mistakes, has no second guesses, and no need to check the list twice The wind with Its influence is inevitable, The wind proves its power is undeniable, The wind allows its wisdom seems to be infinite, The wind uses its gracefulness to take back the breath it has given. Freedom, fulfillment, boundless, wild, it has many names, traits, and descriptions Refilling any soul as though it gives a prescription If I were the wind, and so were you, If were the wind what would we do?
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