Mimzy Maulding
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Post by Mimzy Maulding on Jul 22, 2008 12:50:51 GMT -5
There, she stood a good distance away from the lake. She admired it, and watched as the snow on the water glistened. It was very quiet, and she wondered if the ice would ever melt. Wouldn't matter because she was able to control it at anytime she would like. In the spring, it could snow, and in the summer, it could be autumn. She looked up at the sky and the snow on the trees began to melt rather quickly, and the leaves began to bloom. the snow on the ground melted, making the soil muddy, but that dried up in a matter of seconds. She wondered if this ever ruined the weather pattern, and if she should be the weather man on the television screen of people's homes. She chuckled at that thought.
Watching as the ice turned into water, she took a few steps closer to it. It's a wonder if anyone knew about the weather control power. She didn't want anyone to know, or else someone would blame her about the crappy day that they were having, and have her change it. That would be a bother. She took more steps closer until she got to the water. She always did what she had undone after she was finished. After she was to be done with what she wanted to do, she would make it snow again. And that would confuse people a lot. But what are you to expect at Winterthorne.
She looked at the edges of the water in search for a small bored walk where small boats usually get prepared to leave the dock and fishing gear was set underneath the benches. Aha, she found one, she began to walk over to it until she heard a one or two voices from a distance. She couldn't tell if it was one. but if it was one, then who would they be talking to...
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