I had no idea what was happening. All I knew is that I was different. I had gotten mad at my mom for not letting me stay up to watch a movie and I thought about throwing the remote control into the television and next thing you know the remote lifted up and flung it's self into the television.
"How did you do that, Kayla?" My mom asked but then she screamed, "What's wrong with you?!"
This wasn't all I could do. I could see the future, it scarred me at times but I dealt with it like a mature teen. I was only 11 years old when it started, I was 14 almost 15 now. When I started to get unexplained scratches and bruises all over my body that I told my mom the demon did to me she got paranoid. A few weeks later federal agents came and took me away. I took a small suitcase of clothes with me and just like that they took me away from everything; my mom, my brother, my school, my life.
I sat on a big private jet all alone with the exception of a few federal agents that were stationed on the jet. I hated this so much! It reminded me of a story my dad used to tell me before he died about how anything cold happen in a split second. It was about a boy and a butterfly but I could no longer remember the story, it was lost in time. I pressed a warm check against the cold frosted window. I closed my eyes and thought about how nice I nice cup of water is. Next thing you know commotion. A bottle of water came drifting towards me as the agents scrambled not knowing what to do. I really needed to get this stupid thing under control. I decided to have some fun with it though and thought about a bag of chips and sure enough they came too. I opened the bottle of water and took a long gulp and sighed a relaxed sigh and then started munching on the chips as I smiled like a proud three year old. The agents didn't know what to do so they just ignored me after a few minutes.
What seemed like days passed on the jet until finally it started a descend towards the ground. I stepped off the jet and stepped onto an Island.