Alienated!

Chapter 2

"Focus! You have to see what you want done!" my mother instructed me as we knelt in the garden and she tried to get me to use my powers. 

"I am. I don't want the rose to grow, because it is growing on it's own." I growled, seeing the rose catch on fire in my mind to represent my anger.

"You did it!" my mom shouted in joy. 

"Did what?" Matthew asked, looking up from his book. 

"She set the rose on fire." my mom answered, a look of pride on her face.

"Sure." I sighed, getting up and grabbing my pink, sparkly water bottle that a fan had sent me. 

"Which fan sent that one to you?" Matthew asked me. 

"The guy who apparently wants to become my manager. You remember the guy a few days ago who wanted me to start acting?" I answered, a smile on my face. 

"Yeah. So is he going to become your manager?"

"Yeah he is. He is actually on his way over. His name is Brandon Bradley. Totally cool guy. I met him for coffee yesterday. I actually suggested that he come over and meet my bodyguard and my mother. He is bringing a gift over to help deal with the sorrow over losing father." I sighed, imagining it raining. 

"Sweetie, we don't need it to rain." my mother urged gently as the rain started falling. 

"Yes, we do, mother. The sky will mourn the death of father as we do." I replied, heading inside the house to go and greet Brandon. 

"Fine. Be that way. Can't you deal with my daughter?" my mother grumbled to Matthew.

"I can, but she is your daughter. I am merely her protection until she can defend herself fully." Matthew replied, hurrying after me. 

"Hey Brandon. You are early! Should I make coffee? Despite what you have read online about me, I do know how to make stuff." I laughed as I opened the door and almost ran into Brandon. 

"Yeah. Coffee would be great. I actually wanted to get here early so I can take you out to the place where they do auditions." Brandon smiled, walking in when I gestured him inside.

"The weather is crazy though, but you know whatever." I laughed, heading towards the kitchen to make coffee and sandwiches. 

"You don't have to make lunch for me, Shyla." Brandon spoke up when he saw me taking out the food. 

"I need to eat and so does Matthew. I hope you don't mind. I always make extras so if you ever get hungry you can help yourself." I smiled, as I prepared the sandwiches and started the coffee.

"That's fine. I will help myself to at least one sandwich then." Brandon laughed, and sat down at the island. 

"Cool. So why do you want to be my manager?" I asked casually, addressing the first of many question that were popping into my head. 

"I have experience. I worked for The Beavers. They fired me because I didn't like beavers." he sighed in disgust.

"You were the manager for The Beavers?" I asked, surprised by the name.

"Yeah." he answered with pride. 

"No offense, but, dude, they are like super terrible. I'm sure a baby has more talent than those morons. Who writes a song about like nothingness? That's stupid." I scoffed. 

"You did your homework. I am impressed." 

"Duh. My father used to listen to them. I don't understand that particular like, but whatever." I sighed, finishing up the coffee and the sandwiches in silence.