I'm a quiet kind of problem. I get bad grades, I beat people up when I get really angry, and when no one's around I garden. My step-mother likes it when I garden. She won a garden club contest with flowers I planted and likes taking me to the community garden to help her pick stuff for Soup Kitchens. In other words for the past four years she and Dad have been married she's totally used me. But I'm surprisingly okay with that. She's usually really patient, though over dramatic. I've gotten kicked out of so many schools and Margaret has been good enough not to say a word about it. it's weird. You'd think my dad, who is tough and strong and usually strict would have yelled at me. Maybe he doesn't because of the ADHD. Or the Dyslexia. Or maybe he just doesn't have time for it.

My dad and I are opposites, especially when it comes to how we deal with anger. When I get angry I jump whoever made me angry, and not irritated or annoyed I mean REALLY angry, and go at him or her until they aren't conscious. I've been to several shrinks about my "anger issues". They didn't really help. See, when my dad gets really angry he goes silent. He doesn't talk to you, he'll talk to other people. And when he gets angry at me he stops talking right after saying this,

"Nicholas Brewer," and "What would your mom think?" Powerful guilt right there. I never met my real mom. I think she died, I'm not sure, dad never talks about her except to deliver that powerful punch to the gut with what would your mom think? He doesn't like it when I go to garden with Margaret. Margaret's always gushing about how I've got this almost magical way with plants and my dad thinks magic is some kind of joke.

School is torturous. Everyone is stone silent, afraid of the teacher, but I'm not afraid of the teacher, am I the only one? My math teacher hates me though. Says I'm different from the others... Says she'll get me one day. That just weirds me out. But it doesn't exactly scare me. People, two people, the only friends I have, say I should be afraid of her. That I am most definitely going to die at her hands, or at least her test scores. I'm maintaining a C average, which means I won't fail but... It's getting harder somehow. Every test is more torturous then the next and sometimes I almost break out crying... But I haven't gotten kicked out of this school, yet.

"Mr. Brewer, is there a problem?" We'd been given an in class test and since the entire subject went over my head I was kind of just staring at the piece of paper.

"No ma'm." I say quietly.

"Then get to work."

"I can't."

"You what?!"

"I can't."

"To the principle's office, now!" For some reason, she followed me, I could here my fellow classmates goofing off as soon as she left the room. For some reason, the principle was gone, all that remained was his pair off glasses, broken. So I tried to piece things together. He'd broken his glasses and walked the block to his house to get a new pair. Simple as that.
"Should we wait for the principle?"

"He's taken the day off..." My teacher said with a laugh. Uh oh... Maybe she IS going to kill me.

It was then she turned into the storm spirit thing, and I got kicked out of school, the hard way.