The Land of The Great

You've Got The Wrong Girl

We landed with a hard thud, hitting the ground just as I had predicted. 

"What the hell? You were supposed to brace for the fall and use your powers!" The guy sat up slowly, rubbing his shoulder. "Ow, god you could've at least tried." 

I shrugged, brushing off the light dust of anger I heard in his voice. "Maybe you have the wrong girl." I hadn't fallen as hard and only had a large stinging gash running down my arm to my elbow. 

"Wrong girl? You're Isla Grant right?" His eyes became confused and worried. "You have to be the right girl or.." He muttered aimlessly to himself. 

"Yes, I'm Isla Grant, but I don't have powers, I never have." 

"Why were you in detention? Do we have a bad girl here?" His eyes glittered, obviously laughing on the inside. 

"Oh yes, I spray paint graffiti all over D.C. I cheat on almost all my tests, and have always had a pocket full of other peoples things." I rolled my eyes. "I was in detention for something I couldn't control." I lied. "It wasn't my fault the cafeteria table got picked up and thrown with no one touching it." 

"Mhmm, just a casual table flipping on its' own." He rolled his eyes.

"Look, this annoying brat was messing with me, what was I supposed to do?" I raised my hands exasperatedly. 

"Maybe not flip the table with your mind..."

"Well, the school claimed it as a supernatural event that I had no control over." 

"So then why were you in detention?"

"Cheating on a test." I spilled reluctantly. 

"Annd there we go." He snapped his fingers. "That right there makes sense." 

"Oh shut up."

"Well this was a nice chat, but Kennedy should be around here with the vehicle escort." He picked a weird looking gadget out of his gray sweatpants pocket. It looked like some magical new iPhone. 

"What's tha-"

"Shhhh, I'm calling Kennie."

I kicked the stones next to the sidewalk we were suspiciously standing on.

"Oh, I see it now. Thanks Kennie, love you. Ok, byebye." The guy hung up and gave me a weird look.

"You never told me your name." I had just realized, oddly. "Yet you know mine." 

"Wesley Holmes, but I'm Wes to you." He didn't hold out his hand to be shaken, for he had already looked back at his phone and back up again as if looking for a certain location.

"I know my way around, where is Kennedy parked?" The girls name rolled off my tongue, with daggers and sizzling heat along with it.

"She said west parking lot."

"Oh that's simple, it's the opposite of where we are now. We're on the east side."

"Oh, ok." He seemed at a loss for words at the fact that I knew something helpful.

We walked around the building, eventually seeing the small, old Corvette car that didn't look big enough for anyone. I saw Kennedy in the driver's seat, her long curly black hair and crazy green eyes staring at the dashboard. She had a cigarette in one hand and a book in the other. She slowly released the smoke out of her pale lips. She looked around 18 or older. Kennedy looked over to where Wes and I were and started up the old Corvette. Soon enough, we got into the car and the gas pedal was slammed down by her foot and we were whisked away deeper into the city.