Power and Greed

"Look who's here, it's grandma, hi Grandma!"

I ignored Cheryl the blonde haired bimbo and walked away from her .  Not because I didn't know what to do or say to her but because I knew retaliating was going to cost her life and that would land me in a very big trouble, so to prevent that, I ignored and endured.

This wasn't the first time I was called an old lady for having silver hair to be honest. The nickname; grandma started since I was eight and I remember vividly how I had cried my eyes out, started covering my silver hair with blue streaks on it, because I didn't want to be called a grandma. But that only made the humiliations more worst .

The girls that were calling me names would take turns to yank my hat out of my hair and would run away with it, laughing with glee as I would chase helplessly after them with tears in my eyes, trying to get my hat back to cover my cursed hair.

Yes, I thought my hair was cursed at that time and had blamed it on my father because, he too had a silver hair minus the blue streaks.

I had blamed him for my hair because I thought the reason I had a wierd hair was because I inherited it from him because he too had a wierd hair.

But some how my parents successfully got me to understand that my hair was not cursed and that the reason my hair was the way it was, was because of my powers.

Yes, you heard me right, I have powers and not just me, both my parents possess powers too.

My father had the ability to control ice and water and my mother had the ability to control just water.

I on the other hand could also bend water to my will just like my mother and father. I also possessed the ability to control ice like my father but my icy powers are lot different from his.

He could control ice but I could make and control ice.

No one, apart from my parents knew about my powers and I decided to keep that way. Even my best friend Mira had no idea about my powers.

Although She had asked me the reason why I had silver hair with blue streaks I lied to her, telling her that the reason was because I was born with a sickness that changed hair color and she bought my story.

I felt a tug in my hair at the back of my head and so I turned around fast with my right hand in a fist, ready to punch the person who dared to touch my hair in the face but I was disappointed when I discovered it was no one but Mira, so I stopped before my fist could connect with her face.

"Gezz girl, it's just me". Mira said fearfully, giving my fist a wary look.

I sighed before bringing my hand down.

"what's up Mira?".  I asked giving my red haired friend a smile.

She smiled in return before grabbing my hand, leading the both of us to the girl's restroom, slamming the door shut after we entered.

I raised my brow at her.

"Why are we here?".  I asked in confusion.

"We are here to fix my hair". She replied, as she pulled the hair band she had used to tie her hair into a ponytail, out of her hair.

"Seriously there was nothing wrong with your ponytail style". I tried to reason with her but she was adamant, refusing to listen to me.

I sighed in defeat. "What style do you want?". I asked with another sigh.