Dear Mr. Nonsense:
One windy afternoon of November 28, 1996, while I was holding a bunch of newspapers, I felt an electric-tingling sensation on my hands. I got dizzy for some seconds and almost fell on the floor. The next thing I knew, all the newspapers I am grasping started to burn. Cloaked in shocked, I threw them away at once. The papers were completely burned leaving ashes on the floor. That is my first experience of a defied-law-of-physics phenomenon. Yes. There was nothing to trigger the fire. No air substance and no friction force to combust and inflame the papers.
It was weird. It was cool. And I am just 10 years of age that time.
I thought that that would be the last bizarre thing that will happen in my life not until I reached sixth grade. On my 12th birthday, I was able to burn trees. Those trees are dang alive literally. They change places. They could speak. And they are going to kill me. The trees’ roots were able to pierce the ground cutting whatever is standing above its confined territory. I gawk at one tree and a root penetrated through the soil. I was able to dodge the attack but it cut through my left shoulder. I was frightened. I was in total fear. I felt the ground is shaking and I knew more roots are going to cut and slash me. If those roots come up again, there is no possibility that I will survive the attack. I looked at the trees again, I wish for a moment that they would disappear. I hope that someone would vanquish them. I want them to leave me alone.
I stared at the trees with terror in my eyes. Then I looked at my own blood, and glanced back at the trees again.
I glanced back– wanting the trees to vanish. Vanish in an instant. And much to my surprise, they began to burn. They are being flamed and the fire seems like a parasite eating up those creatures. I could hear the trees screamed with echo roaming the forest.
Then comes total silence. And their ashes were woven by the wind.
I know. I burned those trees by merely looking at them. But what matter most is that I am saved.. but for this time only. Still, I was confused, disheveled.
All I am certain is that I am scared of my newfound power.