Reginald Peters always wanted a little sister...little did he know that eight years after he died his wish would come true. Now in the year 2020, Rosalina gets a '911' text from her best friend, Julie Molina, and has a crazy, supernatural, run in wi...
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Rosalina stood, glaring at the cup of water sitting in front of her on the piano. "I don't think glaring at it is going to do anything." Alex spoke. Ro huffed, taking a step back, walking right through Luke. the guitarist turned around with a small smile. "Well, what do you expect me to do? You asked me to try and move the water from this cup to that cup but it clearly isn't working!" She snapped, turning her glare onto the blonde, throwing her hands out to her sides.
"Uh...guys." Reggie mumbled, watching as the cup of water started shaking. "Okay, let's just...take a little break, yeah?." Luke suggested, stepping towards the raven haired girl. "We've been doing this all day, Luke! And nothing has happened other than me astral projecting myself!" Rosa shouted. "Woah." Alex and Luke whispered, eyes going wide, when they saw Rosa's glowing purple. Reggie watched with wide eyes as a purple mist started surrounding the cup of water, lifting it in the air.
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"Guys!" Reggie exclaimed. "What?!" Ro shouted, turning to face her brother. As she did, the cup flew across the room into the wall, shattering the glass and causing the water to spill all over the floor. "What the hell?" Ro questioned as they all slowly made their way towards the cup. "How did that happen?" Alex asked, walking over and staring at the broken glass sitting in the poodle of water.
