We arrived home and my sister was cooking. I went to my bed and gazed at the ceiling. I was wondering what was happening to me. I gained all this power after the rage I had in my heart. I was thinking about how my power works. I tried to figure it out but it was mysterious. The first time I used it was when I felt I hated my cousins. I just snapped my fingers and dark flames just burst out. I tried to figure it out but I had no clue. Half an hour passed and my sister was calling me.
I went down stairs and saw my cousins there already. I sat down and began eating. We were all chatting and my sister was beside me. I listened to the conversation and I couldn't understand. Afterward, they brought up the topic out my power. We all think it was strange to react like that. When I felt anger or sadness the power just came. We all wondered about why it came that way. They asked me questions and I answered them. Yet, they still couldn't find the answer. Each of our powers would have a source. My sister finally found out and it must be the hatred towards my father. I finally understand, I hated him for so long so anger became my source. The darkness in my heart had began to grow. It had grew an immense amount of darkness. We changed our topic and continued the conversation. I was involved into it and my cousins were scared of me. The power I had was much more powerful than I thought. I thought I would be weak because I couldn't release my power. I wondered how long until I gained my complete power. Accordingly, my sister still learning his abilities. So that means I had a long way to go. We finished our lunch and we put back our dishes. We canceled training today so I was free. I went to the back of the house and sat down. I admired the atmosphere and hoping it stays this way. I hoped that I would live peacefully from now on. Though, things had became much more interesting in school. I looked at my hands and remembered what I had done with my father. He pushed me hard in training and my sister was always there. Soon afterward, my family was all burned to death except my sister and I. My cousins might be bad to me before but now they were alright. My power scared them off because of the source of my power. If they were to bully me more then I would gain more hatred meaning more power 44.
I snapped my fingers and flames burst out. This flames reminded me of my father. He burned me a lot, it was my punishment. I continued snapping my fingers until I had no strength left. I was releasing my anger since I didn't want to remember my father. He did a lot of bad things against me.
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