Stacey was standing outside. She sky was dark, you could tell it was going to storm soon. You could feel the stillness in the air like a blanket. Lightning shot through the sky silently. She smiled. She lifted her arms up, palms facing the sky, and slowly turned her hands to face each other. Small bolts of lightning shot between her palms. She rolled her hands together, making the lightning form a ball. She threw it in the air and waited or it to come back down. She turned around, looking up, following the little ball of lightning, and she bumped into someone.