As my white eyes scanned the darkness, I felt the wind pulling at my white hair, willing me to go toward it. My lips tugged to a smile. The wind was always so jittery. Everyone at school had thought I was strange. So I left. Now I was staying at my grandparents house. I looked around at the empty feild. I started walking. The wind moved with me. I slowly moved my hands forward and back. The wind picked up and it started shaking the tree's. An apple broke off a branch and fell to the ground. I flicked my wrist and the apple started to float toward me. It picked up speed and I caught it out of mid-air. In the darkness, it was hard to see, but the wind picked up the details of the apple. It was perfect. Shiny red, it was ripe, and it felt smooth in my hand.

I smiled. I started walking back to the house. It looked like a manshion. It was. My grandparents were very rich, and they knew that they could hide me in their huge house. Suddenly I hit a root in the ground an tripped. The wind tried to catch me as I fell, but my face hit the muddy earth and I groaned. Ugh. Gravity sucks. Now grandpa and grandma would know I have been out. I would have to get into the shower quick. As I reached to door, the wind followed me. Grandpa would not like it if the wind was in the house. "No." I told it, "No. You cannot come inside." When I stepped through the doorway, a tiny gust of wind followed me in.

I smacked my forehead. When I tried to race to the stairs, a gruff voice called me. "Jinx. No wind in the house." I let out a groan. Grandpa was awake. He had been watching the window and saw me out there. "Yes Grandpa." My hand twisted and moved, as did the wind. It glided out the window. I watched it as it turned back around and banged against the other side of the window, making no sound at all. "Well? What do you have to day for yourself?" Grampa scuffed. "I'm sorry I went out and played with the wind. And I'm sorry for bringing it into the house." I sighed. "Good. That will be 100 sentences on your sheet." He said.

"What!?" I groaned. The sheet was my track record of all the times I snuck out nd played with the wind, or had anything to do with the wind. Each time I disobeyed, I had to write one more sentence then before. First time was one. Then two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and so on. So I guess this has been the 100th time I have gone out and played with the wind. There are several times where they have not caught me though, so I guess it would be about 113th time. I dunno. I haven't kept track, but apperently grandpa has. I slowly walked over to the sheet on the wall and started to write.