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Author: CHARLI . LOLOL
Fiction Rated: T - English - Humor/Drama - Reviews: 30 - Published: 03-26-08 - Updated: 07-25-08 - id:2494759

The scattered pieces of wood, the remainder of a table, 4 shocked faces. None of these things bothered Ani, as it was fairly usual for this to happen.

"Who has Charli pissed off so much they've bombed our house, now?" Ani asked without looking up.

"It appears Charli has recently got into learning magic tricks." Alice suggested, looking for a logical explanation.

"I seriously didn't do that on purpose," Charli said defensively. "I just thought about how annoying and ugly the table was and it blew up."

Everyone was silent for a minute before bursting into tears of laughter.

What a complete loon. At least the table's gone.

Charli stared at Sadie. “I'm glad you agree about the table but I'm not a loon.”

Holy shit did she just read my mind?

"Yeah I did. Though again not purposefully."

"Woah," said Sadie. "Well I'm convinced. Where did you get those powers and how do I get them?"

"A Mansonette Angel came down and gave them to me. It was odd," Charli laughed.

"Now I know you’re bluffing," Sadie said.

"No, it's really true."

"Bull," Sadie laughed.

"It's true!"

"You’re a liar," Sadie said sticking her tongue out. As she did so, the kitchen vase flew up and smacked her in the head, causing her to fall flat on her face. Charli winced.

"I didn't mean to do that!"

--

"Ani, what if I accidently blow someone up?"

"It’s going to be alright."

"It won't be."

"You'll be fine."

Ani yanked her big sister into the school yard. It was scary. So many people were blowup-able. Like Sarah, sitting with her annoying friends and TML, the worst teacher ever, parading around as if he owned the place and a lot of other people.

Charli took a deep breath in and out and suddenly the air she breathed out covered a tree in a thick layer of ice.

"Ani this is so bad. I really can't do this."

"Yes you can. Just don't take deep breaths, or concentrate on anything or get mad."

"Oh yes, that plan is definitely going to work!"

"Maybe we should go home."

"Might be an idea."

"OH MY GOD Charli freezing TML's favorite tree was well fabulous. How d'ya do it?" beamed a pretty brunette around the same height and age as Charli.

"Aimee! You’re back from your holiday!" Charli exclaimed and threw her arms around the girl who returned the hug.

"As if I could leave, it may have been tempting but I'd always return to my BFF!" Aimee announced. Then Aimee looked up at Charli. "You’re very pale. You should get home. You look sick."

"Yeah we need to get her home before..." Ani started.

And just as she said that a jet of fire shot out of Charli's wrist, setting TML's car on fire.

"...That happens."

"Ani what was that?" Aimee asked, freaked out.

"Charli is...I'll explain later. But look she’s passed out and she’s too heavy for me to carry. Could you help me get her home?"

"Yeah sure, of course," Aimee said, looking terrified for her best friend’s health.

--

"Now do you believe me?" Charli growled at Sadie with what energy she had left.

"It's so unfair you get powers and I don't," Sadie said, poking her tongue out, at which point Charli accidentally froze it. And the scene that followed was not a happy one.

"So let me get this straight. The actual, Manson. The real God Manson sent down his angel to give her powers and she’s supposed to save the world?" Aimee asked.

Lexie nodded. "Basically."

"Well that sucks."

Lexie nodded.

Alice headed down the stairs with her nose in a history book, hunting for references of something like this happening before.

"Look all I know is, that if Charli has to save the world then that must mean..." Alice started.

"The end of the world? Well you'd be right."

Everyone looked up to see a girl that was almost an exact replica of Charli, covered in bruises and cuts and clothes that couldn't be called nice, she was filthy and caked in mud and standing beside a fairly old man who was, beaming and wearing a purple cape.

No one said anything.

The girl spoke again. "Is that really how you welcome your sister home?"



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