Super Bowl 49

New Powers, New Looks, and MIA

Warning! This is a LONG chapter, for me at least. Enjoy!

Ten years ago
I felt a strange feeling creep into her skin. My vision blurred for a moment then cleared. Suddenly, a voice shouted, "blood, is there blood?"
I hurriedly looked around. Everyone was calm, as if nothing happened.
"Are you okay?" April, my best friend, asked.
"Did you hear that?" I whispered.
"Here what?"
"Nothing. Nevermind," I mumbled and looked down at my notebook.
This is what i get for going to a Creative Writing Club at school.
I picked my pencil back up and started writing. My blonde and black hair fell in front of my face-wait, blonde and black?
I grabbed my hair and saw streaks of it were turning black.
This was it, i got up and walked up to the teacher, holding my hand in front of my hair as if i was pushing it behind my ear.
"Can i use the restroom?" I asked.
"Sure." The teacher, Miss Miller, answered.
Once in the hallway, i pulled the hood of my jacket over my head.
I ran to the bathroom, relieved i didn't run into anymore teachers on the way.
I hurried into the closest stall, the bigger kind with a sink and a mirror. Perfect.
I leaned against the door and looked in the mirror to check out my hair.
With a gasp, i saw my skin. It was slowly turning green.
Fear pennetrated me and filled my mind. Before i knew it, green smoke and sparks were exploding from my hands.
"Elizabeth? Elizabeth? I know you're in there!"
Shoot. April.
"Elizabeth!" She pounded on my stall.
"Please, i know you're in there."
"I-I can't come out," I called.
"What's wrong?" She asked, he voice filled with worry.
"I-I'm having my period!" I said.
"I know you're lying! You would NEVER say that out loud!"
"You mean i enbarassed myself for nothing?"
"Yep. Now tell me for real! You can trust me!"
I paused for a few moments.
"Fine. Is there anyone else out there?"
"Nope."
With a quick motion, i opened the door and pulled her inside.
She stared me with a look of awe. Not a hint of fear was present.
"You aren't scared?" I mumbled.
She gave me a big smile and opened her hand.
Pink sparks shot out, causing sparkles to fill the air.
They landed around the room, changing the drab bathroom into a beautiful ballroom.
Our clothes changed. A blue dress covered me, a pink one covered her. We looked elegant.
And with a snap of her fingers, it was gone.
"How...?" I began.
"I have no clue," She whispered.
"Create sparks again," I commanded.
She obeyed with a curious look. I held my hand out, too. I decided to try creating sparks, but this time not through fear. Through magic.
The green sparks exploded from my hands, bigger and better than before.
We smiled at each other.
"Now. What are we going to do? We can't go back to the club," I whispered.
"Call your mom with my phone. I'll take care of the rest," April mumbled.
I called my mom as she walked out.
"Hey, mom?"
"Hey sweetie. Did Creative Writing end early?"
"No. I'm not feeling well."
"Oh. I'll be right there."
"Wait, mom?"
"Yeah."
"Can April come, too? Her parents are workinp and she has no where to go."
"Sure. I just hope she doesn't catch what you have."
"Trust me, she won't. I love you, bye."
"Bye. See you in a bit."
No to wait for April.

I walked back into Creative Writing and pranced up to the teacher.
"Miss Miller?"
"Yes, Apil?"
"Elizabeth isn't feeling well, so she has to go home. Being my ride, i have to go with her. I came to get our stuff."
"Okay. Go ahead."
I got our stuff and headed towards the door.
"Tell her i hope she feels better," Miss Miller called from her desk.
"Will do. See you tomorrow."

I heard a sound outside my stall and then April's voice.
"I have our stuff, you can come out know."
I opened the stall and handed her her phone.
"My mom should be here."
We both walked towards the doors, hoping we wouldn't get stopped.
Once outside, we saw my mother's car and headed towards it.
I was bundled, so my mother couldn't see her skin.
We got in the car and took off.
As soon as we were home, my mother opened the door and ushered us inside, out of the cold.
"Now, honey, what is wrong? Headache? Nausea? Sore throat? Coughing?"
"None of that," I answered, glad to see my father and younger sister on the couch.
"Then what?"
I took of my coat and jacket, revealing my hair and skin.
My mother gasped. "John." She whispered.
"Yes, Mary," Her father said, and he looked up. His eyes went wide. "Elizabeth. What happened?"
"I-I don't know!"
"Julia, go to your room," John said to my sister.
"But i want to stay!"
"Let her stay, John," Mary softly softly.
I glanced at the muted TV.
"Quick. Unmute! Unmute!"
They did and stared at the TV.
"Just earlier today, Idina Menzel, the Broadway star playing Elphaba on the musical Wicked, was injured when she fell through the trap door. She was supposed to be melting. A new person was filling in to control the trap door. Miss Menzel was rushed to the hospital with injured ribs. She is said to make a recovery."
A picture of Idina in her green make up showed on the TV screen. The reporter then told the time of the injury.
"Do-Do you think?" Mary began.
"What was her name? Adele Dazeem? or was it Idina Menzel?" I asked curiously. "I'll be right back."
I ran off with April following just behind.
When I came back, I told what I had learned. "Idina Menzel plays Elphaba Thropp in the award winning Broadway musical Wicked. Elphaba is the misunderstood Wicked Witch of the West. So much happened before Dorothy dropped in," I read, then played a video of Idina singing Defying Gravity.
"Wow!" Julia said, making everyone forget she was there.
"Should we go to a doctor to get this checked out?" Mary suggeted nervously.
"No, mom! No! They won't understand! What happened to me, it wasn't normal. Trust me," I exclaimed.
"Then what do we do?" John wondered.
"We investigate!" April offered.
From then on, my family accepted me. Sometimes, my sister would help me with my powers.
Then, one day John joined the army. He was sent in on a mission and wasn't heard from in a while. Finally, a letter arrived in the mail saying that he was MIA.
Mary was so sad and depressed, nothing snapped her out of it for a long time. Me and Julia did the laundry and cooked dinner.
One day, she suddenly looked up from her transe and began taking care of her daughters again.
The family survived together, and Mary always took care of her kids. Well, until of course the older one saved a celebrity from a bullet and showed her true colors to the world. Literally. So, yeah, end of flashback