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I was special. Me, Aria Quinn Tauber was special. 

Sadly, I wasn't the good special. I was the kind of 

special that got you locked into a box for 5 years. I've 

been locked away since I was 7 and you're probably 

wondering why. They first discovered my abilities, if 

that's what you want to call them, when I was 5. At 

first my family thought I was a godsend, but that 

idea quickly faded into nothing, just as I had after my 

first few years in the box.

During the first two years in the box, I screamed and 

cried for help, only when I got older did I realize no 

one would come to my aid.     

When I lived with my mother and two brothers, I was 

used as the electricity plant. I was a slave. My mother 

pulled me out of school before I really started and even 

stopped paying for electricity. I spent my days keeping 

everything working in the house with my ability. The 

ability to control electricity was fun at first. Then, more 

electric storms started to form in our town than usual. 

At first no one thought anything of it, but then eyes 

started to look at me when the storms became more 

frequent. My mom kicked me out when my first huge 

electric storm came. I drained all the power from our 

small town to create it, and I was pretty proud, at first. 

Then I was kicked out the next day. At age 6. Some 

might say it was pretty harsh. 

They really weren't wrong. I might have fought 

back if I had had a different mom. The first lesson I 

learned was, never cross Marlena Tauber. Anyway, 

the next year on my own, I was found and thrown 

in this box. As if a metal cage could contain me! 

Turns out, it could. When I first tried, I basically 

made an electric fence. That was the last time I 

tried to escape. There is really no possible way to 

escape. They feed me once a day through this slit 

and that's about it. Oh, and they take my bucket 

once a day. Plus, two guards escort me to testing 

twice a week. Although, today was going to be 

different. Today I was going to escape. 

This time when the guard's meaty hand stuck 

through the slot to push the tray in, I grabbed his 

hand to shock him. My shock was pretty pathetic, 

even considering I hadn't charged in 5 years. I 

grabbed his limp hand and tried to pull him more 

into my box. He didn't go very far. He was far 

enough into my box that he'd have a hard time 

getting his hand and arm out. Plus I could reach out 

and grab the keys attached to his belt. So 

predictable. My only issue was finding the key hole. 

Turns out the ceiling is the first place you should 

look at if you're stuck in a box.  

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