Meteorologist was born on a rainy day baring a silver spoon. Her crying didn’t stop until the storm had passed, nobody thought much of it. Nobody thought much of her.
Growing up, loneliness was all Meteorologist ever knew. Being an only child raised by rich parents, she didn’t have much company besides the maids and nannies employed by her vacant parents.
It always seemed to her that they’d only conceived her as a formality, a necessary step in life that they can now cross off the list. This didn’t cause her much pain as the headaches took her full attention most days.
Suffering from chronic migraines, it seemed Meteorologist was at risk of falling into an immobilizing agony. These episodes could last minutes to days, seemingly without explanation.
She was shuffled around a gauntlet of doctors and specialists, all failing to come up with an adequate diagnosis for her. She was simply cursed.
One day, one of her rotating nannies joked about how she used Meteorologist’s headaches to predict the rain. She initially questioned her on this, until her next migraine came just a few hours before heavy rainfall.
She began paying close attention to this phenomenon, comparing the severity of her headaches to the following downpour. It was seemingly a perfect match.
Meteorologist eventually shared her findings with her parents, promptly being ignored as always. Years went by with Meteorologist documenting this strange pattern on her own.
She was casually teased by her private school peers for her regular outbursts of agony. It was what defined her to anybody who stuck around long enough.
She never received any real help for this, classmates and school faculty both choosing to ignore or ridicule the issue. After a while she’d learned to just try and keep it to herself. Though, it would eventually be acknowledged by her family.
During a dinner party being thrown by her parents, Meteorologist sat at the table with her head in her hands like she often would. One guest couldn’t help but step in and insist that Meteorologist tell her what’s wrong.
The family friend dragged her over to her disaffected parents, questioning them on their daughter’s claims. They explained it away as “just our daughter’s mysticism.” For once, Meteorologist would push the issue.
Seeing an opportunity for intervention, she coldly told the surrounding adults the exact minute that it would begin to rain that evening: 8:57pm. Her parents quickly hushed her away back to her comfortable silence, hoping party guests could excuse their daughter’s proclivities.
8:57 eventually arrived, and with it came a steady downpour. Meteorologist once again made herself the center of attention, pointing to the fact that she’d perfectly predicted the weather.
Most brushed it off as a strange coincidence, but a few had more questions. One family friend questioned her on when the rain would stop, which apparently was 9:55am the following morning.
The guest took the bait, saying they’d set an alarm for 9:50am and if the rain started when Meteorologist had foretold then they could be certain she had a gift. Her parents agreed to this proposition, hoping to prove this strange delusion of their daughter’s wrong for good.
Her father woke up to a call at 10am the next morning. His daughter was a psychic.
Suddenly her parents took immense interest in this quirk of hers. Meteorologist was happy to answer their questions. This time was the closest she’d ever felt to her parents.
They spent a lot more time with her, analyzing her headaches with the coinciding storm. After a number of impossible coincidences, they knew they had found something special in their daughter: a new asset.
Meteorologist would do a slew of local news interviews surrounding her strange condition. She felt completely uncomfortable on camera, but kept up appearances at her parents’ request.
She soon would make national headlines, scoring interviews with major talkshows and publications. With that, her career path had already been decided for her.
The day she turned 16 and could legally work she had offers from several news outlets looking to exploit her abilities. Fearing letting her parents down, she took up the offer of the station with the lowest viewership. She didn’t want fame.
Unfortunately her inclusion skyrocketed the broadcast’s ratings, quickly cementing her as a money maker for the network and her parents.
Audiences across America were captivated by her awkward charm and innate ability to predict the future. She had no choice but to accept the spotlight.
She was set up for life already, so the following invitation from Hope’s Peak University was pretty meaningless to her. She would have ignored it if not for her parent’s hunger for social capital.
Meteorologist would reluctantly depart with a designer bag full of luxury clothing and intentions of throwing the audition.
