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			<title>Faith Howe posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I always knew I had powers. I remember one time when I was three, I had a fit. Summer was at school and I was going to have to spend the day without my best friend, and the next thing I knew on the floor where I was standing there was a snowflake made of ice. Jack&#8217;s eyes widened, then he let out a sigh of relief whispering &#8220;finally&#8221;. He called to Elsa, who was just returning from walking Summer to school.<br /><br />By the time Elsa came upstairs I was starting to cry. As soon as my parents realized I was crying they both hugged me.<br /><br />&#8220;It&#8217;s okay, you&#8217;re okay&#8221; Jack reassured me.<br /><br />&#8220;What happened? Did I just make that appear?&#8221; I cry pointing at the snowflake on the floor.<br /><br /> &#8220;Yes, Flurry you have powers. Just like us.&#8221; Elsa spoke softly, looking at Jack<br /><br />  &#8220;Powers?&#8221; I repeated &#8220;I have powers?&#8221;<br /><br />  &#8220;Yes.&#8221; Jack started. &#8220;As you grow so will your powers but don&#8217;t worry we will help you whenever you need help.&#8221; He kneeled down and wiped tears out of my eyes, and smiled.<br /><br />  &#8220;We will always be here for you&#8221; Elsa said<br /><br />          For the rest of the day my loving parents taught me a little about my powers. The day had its ups and its downs, but over all I had fun experimenting with the few things I was capable of.<br /><br />          When the time came for Mom to go pick Summer up from school, she looked at Jack and mouthed something I didn&#8217;t understand. Then she kissed my forehead and left. The thought of Summer brought a few questions to my mind.<br /><br />Once mom walked out the door I turned to my dad and asked &#8220;Does Summer have powers to? Does she know about my powers?&#8221;<br /><br />  &#8220;No&#8221; He responded &#8220;And she can&#8217;t know.&#8221;<br /><br />  &#8220;Why not?&#8221;<br /><br />  &#8220;It&#8217;s complicated, okay? Just promise me you won&#8217;t tell her, Snow angel, keep it our secret.&#8221;<br /><br />  &#8220;I won&#8217;t&#8221; I promise, but I wasn&#8217;t quite sure why I can&#8217;t tell my sister.<br /><br />For the next few years when Summer was at school I would learn more and more about what I could do.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2014 23:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
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