SKY DWELLERS
Once или twice around the corners of Windwall drive, a familiar, yet still unknown, cloaked man (or a least we thought it was a man) would appear almost as if he was invisibe and visible again. He would raise his hands to the always murky sky and mutter strange words and disappear again. The strangest thing was that whenever he set off on that spot, it would start to rain, despite the weather reports. Mum сказал(-а) her sister сказал(-а) he did that all the time,and that I should get used to it while we were staying here. My name is Randy Sky , and me and my mum are visiting my aunt Marsha in England. When we were packing for our departure, which seemed like years ago, I was filled with a blithe mood for I have heard of the wonders of England in Книги and on tv. I was hoping my aunt was living near the misty beaches (my mum didnt tell were she lived , she wanted it to be a surprise) but instead we landed in the middle of london, wich I thought wasnt too bad until I learned it had a murky and gray sky that stayed that way, houses that were only big enough for a automobile, and worst of all, no other relatives. I always thought aunt Marsha had dozens of relatives nearby, but alas, none. I was always so used to having a member of kin или a close friend in the same city I dwell in,that is why a lack of Друзья and family made Лондон lonely.But Aunt Marsha was a nice person to live with. Her colored face was always perked up in a smile, and she left her hair tied up in a tight bun. Ты would think people with hair in a tight buns would be extreamly sofisicated, but aunt Marsha was lax. I belive even with a nice aunt Ты can still feel down , and yes I was sometimes, especialy in the beginning of our trip. Now as time went by, I have been feeling better, epecialy as school was coming along. Tommorow my mum and I will be shopping for uniforms, and I will be thinking about brittish school. Two weeks after that school started. I had to walk to school because it was only one block away. When I was turning a corner on Windwall drive, I saw that strange cloaked man again, rasing his hands to the murky sky and mutturing those strange words. Then, as always, it started to rain , bad news for me. I rushed under a covered bus stop and took off my backpack to get my umbrella. But then that strange cloaked man ,appeared out of that corner and was headed for the middle of the road. The rain oddly did not dampen his плащ and hood, it simply seemed to slip off. He looked around for signs of people (I hid behind a advertisement sign that was Опубликовано on the covered bus stop) and gazed at the sky. Immediately, a misty glowing ball fell to his feet, as if it were nothing еще than a raindrop, and started to take shape. It turned into a cloaked human, about the size of a twelve-year old child. In other words, the same size as me, since I was twelve and the avarage size for one. Then the child spoke, “I can feel it, he is here, I believe I could go this time”. She had a girl-like voice, and was obviously a girl. The man answered “Are Ты so sure? Remember last year, with the turkish delight?” he made flying gestures with his hands, “It went everywhere! The principle was furious, Ты cannot control your powers well enough to go this time, Mayhouse.” The girl answered “Please dad, I know I can control them this time, see?” she lifted her hand and raised it so it was above a foam cup. She closed her eyes and concentrated so hard her hand quivered, and the cup flew across the улица, уличный on a gust of wind that seemed to be created by her. The man answered “Nice magic, Mayhouse , but I mean the type of power Ты create when you're mad или scared или disgusted about something, not forced power when Ты summon it.” “ I know dad, but I belive I am old enough to control it, I'm twelve already and in the секунда School now,..... please could I go?” the man answred “ well....... no shifting winds” “got it” “ no облако shifting” “got it” “ and definetnly no shifting static, not only is it rude and attention- drawing, it is also unsafe and restricted by The Law for pupils under the Third School, got it?” “yes dad” “ and try to find The Boy, for he is, your brother,” “ yes dad! I will try anything in my power to find him! Do Ты think I could though? But I just,.... know he is hear, some where. But he could be anywhere! At the school, in one of theese houses,mabey in this very road! But he has to be at the school, has to be. So then goodby dad.” “good by Mayhouse, take care.” then they hugged and stood back. The man raised his arms and seemed to evaporate in the rain. The girl siged and headed for the school. I waited for her to dissapear over the horizon, and steped out. I was in a daze. What had just happened? Had I just seen a person make it rain? Come out of a misty ball? Переместить a foam cup with nothing but consentration and wind created by them? This certinly could not be true, for such things did not exist! But I, I had saw it, such a thing I had saw , such a thing. I paced back and forth, overtaken with confuion and wonder,every bit of the thought I had seen it made my hair tingle. What was it they had did? And who was the boy they were talking about? They сказал(-а) he was at the school,... wait, the school! I checked my watch, I was going to be late! I sprinted the rest of the way, and I got in just a the колокол, колокольчик, белл went off. The school was old and leaky. Read ch. 2! wait is this supossed to be about pom.....