Less Than Omnipotence

The girl’s sore feet crunched the cold gravel as she tried to keep balance. Thunder sounded around her. She stared at the sky curiously. She was no longer afraid of rain or storms. She sighed idly and stepped forward. The heavy metal door she had been grasping slid away from her grip with a loud creak and a slam. Silence. She saw the fruits of her ancestors’ labor lie out before her. They lived and died in this one horse town and she was determined that that would be her and her descendants fates as well. Her baggy jacket hang far over her waste. She didn’t want to dress promiscuous like the school sluts or plainly gaudy like the school misfits. Or maybe, she didn’t care. She bent down slowly and picked a few pieces of loose gravel up from the rooftop. She felt the tiny stones without looking down at them. Instead she waited for three solid minutes until the period bell rang out, and she stepped up to the edge of the rooftop. Below, in the courtyard of her high school prison stood the other girls. The ones she’d dropped, the ones she’d realized were as counterfeit as the styles they wore. She grinned and thrust the gravel onto them. They gazed up at her as she screeched and threw more rocks at them. It pelted and bruised the girls below. They began to scatter and scream obscenities at her.A boy called her a lesbian as she thrust some more pebbles forward toward him. She laughed as it was a witty joke as thunder rolled around her. Rain began to drip drop on her as she sank to the rooftop. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair and let her short brown hair down. It matted to her face as she stared up at the sky. Rain drops stung her eyes as she stared into the heavens. An almost prideful sense of omnipotence over took her as she stood up again. She unzipped her backpack and pulled out three balloons filled with chocolate milk. A remainder of the girls yelled at her from below. She merely smiled at them and threw the chocolate milk balloons right at their faces. One of the girl’s contact lens fell into the grass. They screamed and all walked off with a scowl. The green grass and grey concrete both looked gray in the rain. She turned her face to the sky and grinned.The cover to the composition book closed by the wind and I/the girl's fantasies flipped to my/her diaries. I shakily but nonetheless quickly shuffled to the edge of the building. My feet slipped on the ledge. No one was in the courtyard below. No one bothered even stepping outside with our short passing period. Good, I didn't feel like dealing with anyone yelling at me. The tears that had been silently slipping down my cheeks blended in softly with the cold rain. I caught my balance and stared down below. Determined to see my books these evil girls in Anatomy had taken, and thrown into the trees in the courtyard below, I leaned over cautiously. I couldn’t pass the exams if I didn’t have those books. As I stared into the foliage, I spotted my open composition book, drenched in water. As rain splattered upon it, tears cut my cheeks deeply. I just wanted to go into fetal position and never leave it. I sighed and decided to get a janitor. My foot slipped and I lost my balance. Suddenly, my fingers were grasping the edge of the rooftop as I dangled like a necklace from the ledge. My tears became blinding as I screamed for help now. My pinky finger slid off of the concrete with a bloody raw scrape. My ring and middle finger quickly followed suit. I didn’t want to look below, but I was sure I was above the cement. My pointer slid off. And I was swinging by my thumb.As my thumb slid off of the cement, I prayed to have control over anything – it didn’t have to be omnipotence. The notebooks below became a runny mess of blue ink as my/the girl's stories and recollections all mixed into one mess.The girl put her arms to her sides as if she was going to perform an award winning dive. The girls watched from the sheltered silence of the breezeways and the windows as I dangled from the edge. She closed my eyes and she fell forward as my thumb slid off the edge. The wind whipped through her hair as I quickly glided to the cement below her. My face thudded against the cement. She took in one last loud gasp as I stared at the feet of my classmates in the distance.My eyes began to slowly shut as she died.