I don't remember much about my old self before I was struck by lightning. I only remembered that I was always fascinated by the weather. Sun, rain, wind, snow, the lot. I also remembered my hatred for Mysty Breeze. Well, come to mention it, everyone on the set didn't like her because of the fact that she was a stuck up bitch on set. But never in front of the gormless viewers that are so fascinated by her being one of the "Best weather presenters on earth". That includes the duck that turned to jelly at the sight of her mask.
I have always wanted to be a weather presenter from when I was a kid. Most of the other kids took the weather for granted. I always role-played my weather shows from when I was a kid. I used to pretend that I was telling hundreds of viewers what the weather will be tomorrow.
As I grew up, I studied extra hard just to get the grades I needed to go to university to study the weather and it's powers of effect. When I got my diploma for that, that was when I went for my first job interview for a job as a weather presenter.
The people on the panel was wowed at my passion and vast knowledge of what I've studied. But I was disappointed when the job went to some "good-looking woman" named Mysty Breeze. At first, I could accept that fact because I was offered to be someone behind the scenes of her weather show so it wasn't that bad. I just assumed that she was probably better in some way or form that made her stand out a bit more than me. But when I saw her take her mask off, I was furious. How dare someone try to steal someone else's dream just so they can look good on television! She wasn't passionate at all! She just wanted fame and fortune. I'm not jealous of her because I can do a better job than what she was doing. I have studied the weather all my life and have wanted to present the weather because I was so passionate about it. But those bosoes picked a monster for people to work with, who probably didn't even want to be a weather person but found that it was a gap in the market. And I was making coffee for that ungrateful bitch as well!
One day I just felt as though I wanted to leave everything that I had worked for. But it was thanks to the meteor crashing down on earth and recieving powers from it that I decided not to leave. Being able to control the weather made me feel fantastic. I was able to command rain, wind and snow at my will. Making that little storm cloud above her head made me laugh. Ironic to the fact that that cloud showed the exact feeling of her anger that made me smile. And when I was allowed to present my first show, I was so excited. I was not going to mess this up. But then, I did mess it up. I was too ****y on summoning the storm just so I could be respected so that people will at least say how much better I am at what I do best than that fake drama queen. The lightning struck me and now my true identity has been revealed. And monstrous figure of fear because I can cause destruction to anything by using something people didn't consider significant.
And now I sit on my cloud, reflecting on what I've done. I have abused the one thing that I have loved. I have hurt the one thing that I pinned my hopes and dreams on. I cried at those thoughts of guilt. I may as well turn myself in to the law. I wasn't planning on getting revenge anyway. Depression and guilt have consumed me and that's probably the only choice I have.
If I do turn myself in, everyone will think I did that because I destroyed their city. Selfish creatures. I'm turning myself in because I have hurt something so precious. I can't carry this facade on any longer.
