I run with all my might and human strength to stay with the pack but they keep beating me, miles ahead. I sigh in frustration contemplating if I should continue running or just turn around and give up. I look up at the cloudy sky, feeling wisps of wind against my bare skin.
“Hello.” I say to the long grass tickling my thighs. It almost feels as if they could be alive and are urging me to continue.
“Okay.” I whisper to myself and start running again. I let the wind push me hard and it almost sweeps me right next to the leader of their pack.
“What the?” Dad says and stops in his tracks. I start giggling as everyone behind him stops and crashes into each other.
“Rose!” Dad softly yells in irritation. “I told you not to use your powers.”
“It was the wind.” I say and as a matter of f
