They say that the best people come unexpectedly. Kaylia Cooper runs away from home to live with her father. In a town like Forks Washington where secrets are buried, Kaylia finds herself discovering all that the town has to offer. She finds love, an...
"Focus!" My dad yelled after hours of us doing the same things. We were both getting frustrated that I couldn't seem to get it. I was already tired from a long day of school and now I had to do this. I just wanted to sleep. Dad was trying to help me with my gifts. To teach me how to use the powers on command other than when I am just in a bad situation. My powers telekinesis and pyrokinesis were very hard to work with. So far nothing today has made my powers want to come out and play.
"I am!" I yelled back annoyed with him. He kept pushing me and I was getting pissed. But I kept breathing and holding my breath to calm down.
"Really? Well it doesn't look like it. You need to get your head in the game. It's like you're not even trying" he taunted knocking over all the dummy's we were using as targets. He had wanted me to throw them or try to destroy them. He claimed it was better to know how to use this energy before I was met with a real problem and had no control.
"Stop that" I called out marching to him. We were in our back yard a good distance away from the house. We were fine to do this out here since nobody lived remotely close to us. We were in the middle of nowhere far back in the woods that ran for miles through the town.
"Fuck no. Since you can't knock down a stupid dummy that doesn't move. I'll do it myself" he hissed continuing his motions. Punching the next one so it fell.
"I SAID STOP" I roared a grip feeling my body explode with anger. My body feels light and I don't even register that my feet were no longer touch the ground. My energy goes flying through the air all around me in a circle rushing out towards any targets. My father gets thrown back by an invisible force knocking him clean on his ass and the line of dummy's down.
"Are you okay?" I gasped running back to him when my feet landed on the ground.
"I feel like I just got fucked by the phantom ghost" he whines gripping his arm that had smacked into a tree.
"I'm sorry dad" I apologized again.
"Well that's one way to get it to work," he groaned rolling on his side, "Let's take five, or twenty." I held my hand over my mouth as I silently chuckled.
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