Billy - Part 1

His name was Billy.
Billy was 10 years old. He came from an average home, lived in an average house, and went to an average school. He had brown hair, big brown eyes that always seemed surprised, and an innocent smile. Everything about him screamed average, but that couldn't be farther away from the truth. The truth was that Billy was an extraordinary boy living in an extraordinary world that only a few knew existed.

It all started when Billy was born. It was an exceptionally hot summer that year. Billy's mother sat on the terrace fanning herself and drinking some fresh lemonade with her neighbor and complaining about the heat, when suddenly a cool breeze started blowing. It was a soft touch of freshness that was much welcome in the scorching heat, however, soon the breeze turned into strong winds. Just as Billy's mother started to move inside the house, the wind started howling and within seconds the rain began to pour. The two women stared at the sky in disbelief, it had never rained in summer before. Seconds later, little Billy decided it was time. He was born out on the terrace in the middle of an unusual summer storm and as his mother held his tiny body to her chest and smiled, the storm subsided as quickly as it had come.

Little Billy began to grow in the same manner as all young boys. He took his first steps when he was one and soon after started saying his first words. Soon he began to run and sing and play. His mother could not have been more proud.