"Okay, what is going on, August?" Des smacked the door closed behind her resentfully. "We tell each other everything. And you couldn't tell me about one dumb superpower?"
"It's not that simple, okay?" She plunked onto the guest room bed, spreading her arms and legs out as if she was making a quilt Angel. "I only told Andy. No one else. I knew I could trust him, I mean, he's my dad —"
"Adopted dad." Des rectified.
"Yes, adopted dad," she growled through clenched teeth. "Now that you know, can I go downstairs?"
"Of course not," Des plopped beside her sister onto the bed, massaging her sister's back. "You need to tell me what's going on. Or else I won't be able to help. So lets get this sappy stuff over with so you can go pack."
August bounded off the bed, crossing her thin arms. "You don't understand. Because, even though you're human, you're just like everyone else. You always ponder what other people think, but I know what people think."
"What do you mean?" Des cocked a brow, bewildered.
"I mean is that you may think that being an ataxia is cool and all and that you can handle this on your own, but you just don't understand it. You will though, soon. Very soon. And you'll realize that being an ataxia is a perplexing curse."
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Ataxia
ParanormalDestine Whiston lives in the year 2075, a time of chaos and uncertainty in the distant future. She's your average teen of fourteen, except for one thing: She has superpowers that make her illegal. Millions of people like her have been slaughtered fo...
