Wendy Jefferson, you are definitely not stupid or talentless.
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Ashton and Calum had gone out, after my sudden gain of powers, to what I assume was a song writing session. Luke had his labtop situated in the kitchen where he worked, or played a game, I didn't know. Michael had made himself comfortable in the living room, like always, where he played one of his video games. Luke looked pretty intrigued by what was on his computer screen, so I decided on bugging Michael.
"Hey Wendy!" The boy shouts as I walk into the room. He was quite a loud person in general. Michael pauses his game and turns towards me. "That was cool what you did earlier today."
"Uh... Thanks." I blush and awkwardly stand unsure of what to do.
"I'm a total nerd on that stuff. Witches, wizards, ghosts, ghouls, anything really. I love it." Michael explained excitedly. "May I ask you for something?"
"Sure, what is it?" I am more than happy to help my new found friend. I hope it was something good.
"Can you scare Luke?" He asks. I am suddenly confused, but he looks hopeful.
"What? Why, he's my friend?" I argue, not really up for the offer.
"It will be hilarious, please!" He begs, practically on his knees now. He had those puppy dogs eyes that always got me. Damn this boy was good.
"Fine, what do I do?" I give in hopelessly, how could I say no.
"Well, suddenly slam the doors and windows shut, you can do that right?" He starts planning. I nod in response. " then knock off the book on the table, simple. Lastly, when he turns to pick up the book, appear on his other side and when he turns around I guarantee he will shriek" he smirks evilly.
"Okay, got it." I agree to the trick and sneak into the kitchen. Concentrating hard, I slam the windows behind the young boy shut. He jumps looking around for the source.
"It's just the wind." He mumbles, comforting himself. I creep to the table he sits at and slide the book off. Just like Michael said, Luke bends over to pick it up. I stand on the other side, when he turns towards me his face turns whiter than fresh snow.
"Jesus, Wendy Jefferson! You scared me!" The blonde yells, hand clasped over his beating heart. From the hall I can clearly hear Michael practically dying of laughter.
"Wait, how do you my last name?" I question a little curious. I don't recall telling him.
"Uh..." Luke mutters. He nervously looks around.
"Moving on..."
"So uh, how'd you do that thing with the windows?"
"Same thing I did with the drumstick when I met you. I did it with my mind." I smirk and open up the windows. I leave the boy who is memorized by my powers and go to the back yard. Floating the watering can to the water faucet, I let it fill up, then sprinkle it along the flower garden.
"You sure do like those flowers." States a now very familiar Australian accent.
"They were my mothers, it the only thing I have left of her." I tell Ashton, who I guess just arrived back from song writing with Calum.
" so I've been thinking about your story. The reasons you let yourself die aren't enough, there's more isn't there?" I cringe at his words, he was bound to ask them, I just didn't want it to happen.
"Do I have to tell you?" Little hope in my voice, he nods.
"Well see I'm stupid. I was taking A2 classes and failing. I had no talent. I was only popular and popularity doesn't get you into Harvard. I wasn't going to get into a good college, and I wasn't going to get a job. My brothers were geniuses and I couldn't compete. I tried twice as hard as anyone else yet I was the worst. My parents weren't going to help me, they told me that the day I started highschool. I was afraid of failure and abandonment. Dying was the shortcut out. I recall nights where the comments from my teachers and fellow classmates haunted me causing the scars in my arms. I was stupid." I was now drenched in my tears that rushed down my face. Ashton walked from where he stood and embraced me. His long arms snaked around my body and my head sank into the crook of his neck.
"I don't think you're stupid." He hushes trying to comfort me.
"Well everyone else did." I mumble.
"Wendy Jefferson, you are definitely not stupid or talentless. Have you seen the wall in that house? It's beautiful and only a genius could have created that masterpiece." His fingers wiping the tears from my cheeks and run through my hair, I smile at the kind boy.
We stand there for a while, embraced in each other's arms. It was comfortable and he took away the pain. I liked bandana boy.
{yooo! I'm back and will update more soon. I'm really busy and very sorry.
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