The Powers (Prologue)

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I was sitting in the backseat with Amara. I was teasing her about how much she had just eaten at the new restaurant we'd left.

Mom and Dad were laughing and smiling too. Dad had just told her another of his silly Irish jokes. We were all in a good mood, and stuffed with sumptuous food.

Amara was lookinng disgruntled at my comment, her short, spiky black hair fluffing up more now that she was sulky. Her green doe eyes sparkling as she folded her arms defensively and stared out the window, refusing to answer.

BANG!!!

The next moment all the air bags were blown and I was outside looking in.

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