Magic Powers, or Not

         Anger bubbled in my throat as I let out a low, growl, like a wolf, or perhaps a fox even. All the mysteries and answers battled by brain as I watched the dark grey clouds in the night sky.
         The wind kicked up, almost as if it felt my anger and pain. I looked around me, scanning for cars, my anger eased, as well as the wind. I looked at a single oak tree next to me, the wind trickling across its branches. The wind hates being controlled, it wants to be free forever, like me.
         Then a new thought approached my brain as I looked at the clouds in the sky, barely visible. As well as water, it hates being controlled, always mystic and unpredictable, and there I am, somewhere in between. Maybe....I am water vapor! It was the closest thing I could think of in my anger clogged brain.
         I remembered my favorite TV show when I was a kid, H2o; Just Add Water They all had powers over something. Another thought popped into my head Percy Jackson, he has the power over water.
         An idea entered my brain, as I outstretched my hand, the power of confidence taking over. Very Slowly, I started to clench my fist as I looked at a palm tree dancing in the wind in my neighbors yard. The more I clenched my fists, the stronger the wind was. I started to smile, when my fist was clenched shut, I felt like nothing could ruin this moment.
         Now, concentration took over, Now, to stop the wind. I quickly, with a small, but strong movement, unclenched my fist, it was now a hand that looked like you wanted someone to give something to you, or you were pointing at something. I waited for the wind to die down, but it never did.
         The anger started to build up again as reality struck me No one has powers! I clenched and unclenched my fists, hoping the wind would start to increase and decrease. Nothing happened.
         All of a sudden, I had a feeling someone was watching me, I clenched my fists, looking around. If someone dares even touch me, I'll make them wish they never got out of bed this morning. I circled around in one spot, again, and again, and again. Nobody. Not a soul outside.
          I sighed as I looked at the dog leash I had in my hand, with my small dachshund at the end of it. My eyes softened, my dog was the only one that wouldn't ignore me when I talked to her.
         I looked around my neighborhood, the lights on for it was certainly too early to go to sleep. No one will ever understand me, no one... but that thought did not disapiont me, it gave me pride, that I am hiding all that is building inside of me.
         The friends that think they know me so well, they better look again.