Two years later...
Ginger, 12 now, looked at me with disdain. "You're wearing that to homecoming?"
I sighed. "A black dress and mascara is not that bad. Quit whining."
She shook her head. "I'll never understand teenage girls."
"You and me both, sister." We got a good laugh out of that. "So, are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself with Grandma?" We both loved our grandmother, but she was a bit... wild. She has been diagnosed with insanity but it only infests sometimes. Usually, she's okay, but leaving Ginger with Grandma just didn't seem right.
"I'll be fine," she replied. "You go have fun."
I smiled at her. "Thanks, sis. I gotta go now. Bye!"
I ran out the door, straight to my car. Slipping comfortably into the driver's seat, I turned up the radio and kicked back.
Once at homecoming, I sneaked towards my favorite spot: the back corner. I stay there a lot, mainly because even when I'm happy, which isn't often, I've got that dreary memory of killing someone with electricity formed from my hands...
"Hey."
Stirred from my thoughts, I looked up to see the starting blue eyes of my boyfriend, Keith Longston. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "So how's life?"
"Awful," I replied truthfully.
"Oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad."
I nodded. "Yeah, it can."
"Would a dance make that better?" I nodded, so he pulled me onto the dance floor. We danced for a while, slow dances, fast dances, but ultimately the best part was when we got to the third or fourth slow dance, he kissed my cheek and we snuggled close together.
After the tenth or so dance, I got a feeling. An all-too familiar feeling.
That something was wrong.
I jolted away from Keith. "What's up?" he asked, worriedly.
I turned to him, nervously tensing. "I-I don't know, Keith."
