[ WP ] You were born with the ability to hear the sound of the weather changing a day before . You could predict if it was going to rain by hearing the sound of rain falling or when a storm was gathering by the sound of thundering . You thought nothing of it until one day all you could hear was silence .

It was a lazy school day, and I was praying for the bell to ring, as was everyone else in the honors class. One person fell asleep around the time Ms. Henry explained sets, and awoke to her handing out the homework-to him only of course- and getting an office referral. The squeak of the marker on the board smoothly blended with a mysterious sound of wind. When I got home that night, I planned out an outfit based on that. The day after, I heard the trees gently swaying, like maracas. As I was climbing a tree on the windy day, I heard the sound of thunder, and felt the crack of lightning. It shocked me and I fell from the tree, my mom running to me with a bandage. `` Are you okay? This is why I wanted that tree cut down, Aaron!'' She directed it at her cousin over there, who would n't do a single chore in the house. The next day, Aaron almost got hit by lighting after walking home in the rain. I sat by myself, willing the prediction to come. I heard nothing, and after an hour, still nothing. The next day, the sky was grey. All I heard was the sound of crashing and flames.
