Parapsychology (MPHFPC)

Chapter 4

Callie's POV

As I headed back to the abandoned apartment complex I hummed a song, a plastic bag hitting the sides of the front wheel of the bike every few seconds.

I could tell I was getting close because I could faintly hear the radio I'd stollen that neither Emma nor Bronwyn had bothered to turn off.

It brought a wider smile to my face as the prospect of having other people to talk to crossed my mind once again.

Upon arriving again, I returned my stolen bike to the cupboard where I'd hidden it and walked up the stairs to the apartment I'd claimed.

Hazel greeted me first with a soft chirp-like mew. It looked as if Emma and Bronwyn had barely moved since I'd left. The only difference was now Bronwyn was now napping on the couch while Emma sat next to her, fiddling with her fingers.

I smiled at her when she looked up at me.

"Alright, I brought dresses I'm guessing would fit you and Bronwyn. Along with a coat I think would fit Bronwyn. " I said taking the things out of the plastic bag.

Emma nodded and woke Bronwyn up. The little girl groaned as she sat up but smiled tiredly when she saw me. I handed the dresses to them and pointed out the bathroom and bedroom so they could go get changed.

After the finished changing I hung up their old clothes to dry along with the rest of my laundry.

Emma's dress was a little too big, but Bronwyn's was the right size. Is any case both girls were thankful to be in clean dry clothes.

They followed me into the kitchen where I opened a can of cat food and set it on the ground for Hazel.

" So what's the plan? " I asked the two as I began making a some cold soup for dinner.

" What plan? " Emma asked.

" Well you said you got separated from the other children and head mistress of your children's home. I was wondering if you had a plan to find them. "

As much as I was enjoying having other people around, based on their situation I knew they couldn't stay. They would have to leave and find their friends and care taker. So that their lives could get back to their normal. I knew it was wrong too, but a small part if me hopes they would let me come too.

"Oh, we... Don't have a plan yet. The first thing we'd need to do is figure out some way too communicate with the others. But we have no way of doing that since we don't know where anyone else is." Emma said.

"But we will find them! Isn't that right Emma?" Bronwyn said with a hopeful ferocity.

"Right... Of course we will." Emma assured her, but she didn't sound too confident.

I nodded. "Emma's right Bronwyn. You'll find them. And I'll do anything I can to help you."

"You will?" Bronwyn asked.

"But if course!" I confirmed.

Bronwyn grinned and hugged me. "Thank you!" She nearly shouted. I hugged her back and looked up at Emma who mouthed a 'Thank you're to me as well.

"Anyway, in the meantime I want to learn more about you two. Why don't we start with the thing I've been curious about since met." I stated changing the conversation.

"And what's that?" Bronwyn asked.

"I'd like to know why Emma wears metal shoes."

Emma looked at Bronwyn heasitantly, but the small girl didn't notice.

"It's because if she didn't she'd float away!"

Emma looked dumbfounded at Bronwyn's bluntness. The expression on both of their faces suggested that it was true, but that wasn't possible. Superpowers were imaginary, a work of fiction.
I didn't get the chance to say anything though before the small Bruntley girl continued,
"And I can lift heavy things! See?"

With that she picked up the kitchen table that had to have been over 150 lbs. A ridiculous weight for someone no older than eight to be able to pick up, let alone carry across the roof like it weighed as much as a teddy bear.

I don't remember much after Bronwyn set down the table except that as my vision went black someone caught me before I could hit the ground.