The first time that she did it, it was an accident. She was still a young child then, and didn’t quite understand what she had done, or that it had even been something that she had done at all. It was when she was six years old that she started seeing peoples inner compositions. She heard them to—the first she heard was her mothers, it was a light twinkle combined with the wind. She laid her head on the table and watched her mother sip her morning coffee, her hair askew from sleep. She smiled at her mother and with a yawn stood to go and hug her “Mommy you are beautiful” These would be her last words to her mother,

Drama Powers Teen Fiction