Tyler The Skylord: 

Story Time!

Zephyr had been named after Zephyrus, the greek god of the wind. Her parents had always loved to fly, and so did she. Every chance she could get she was either in a plane, on the top of a tree, or even just running around her garden pretending to fly. When she reached highschool, all the kids made fun of her because her eyes were different colours, and because she loved the wind so much. When she didn't react to this, they just thought she was even weirder, and taunted her more. A year later and the bullying was even worse, she felt like she wanted to die, but she couldn't stand up to them. She'd tried. Never could anyone imagine how terrible they were being to her, and they just wouldn't stop. Despite her attempts to tell someone, nothing ever changed. Every day she would walk into school to a room full of hurtful names and punches. One day she'd had enough, and decided that if telling somebody hadn't worked, then suicide was the only way to escape this. Before she had a chance to wield the knife an angel swooped down from the heavens, and lifted Zephyr high above the clouds. "Where are you taking me?!" A startled Zephyr cried. No response. The angel pointed to an airship, and Zephyr gasped. It was steampunk as all hell. Suddenly Zephyr was wearing the captains' outfit, and at the wheel. "Thank you!" She cried, as the angel faded to mist. Today, she still flies in her ship, and she was assigned a special job; she has become the wind. So now, whenever you feel a breeze in the air, think of Zephyr.

I apologise for the terrible story, I really had no idea what to do >.<

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