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I stood in front of a mirror.

'If I can make my legs longer, can I make my hair longer, too?' I wondered.

I looked at my hair and tried to make it grow with some sort of mind power.

'Grow. Grow!' I thought, staring intently.

I gasped as my hair slowly started growing. I stared more ad more until it was about 5 times as long as it was before.

"Oh, woah," I said, staring at my hair. I turned around. "What's this?"

There was a black ring around my door handle. I walked over to it and examined it.

"Oh, it's a hair tie. Convenient."

I tied my hair into a ponytail and pulled it over my shoulder.

"This is so cool!" I said, smiling. "Everybody else needs to see this."

I walked downstairs.

"You look pretty. How'd you make your hair grow like that?" asked Niffty, waving.

I waved back shyly.

"Oh, I don't know... just made it grow..." I said.

"Raven, my dear! You look absolutely stunning!" Alastor said with a smile.

"Looks nice," Vaggie said, briefly looking up at me.

"Yeah," Angel agreed.

"I agree," said Charlie. "Husk, tell her she looks pretty!"

Husk only grumbled in response.

"He doesn't have to. I-it's not like I got dressed up for him." I said, feeling my face heat up. I crossed my arms.

"Uh, Raven? Are you okay? You're getting a little red," said Charlie. "Qt least I think that shade of grey is supposed to be red."

"I think she likes Husk~" Angel said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wha- No! That's not true!"

"You like Husker boy! Admit it!"

"No!"

"You have a crush on the kitty boy!"

"No! I don't!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms. "Stop saying I do! That's stupid!"

He stood up and walked over to me. Clearing his throat, he bent down to my level and said, "You have a crush on Husk."

"No. I. Don't! I don't like him! Drill it into that thick skull of yours," I said, stomping off. "Jeez, you're gonna give me a stroke."

I let my hair down and started walking up the stairs.

'Strangle him! That's what I'm gonna do next time!' I thought.

I opened my door and laid down on my bed.

"Fuckin'... barnacle head," I mumbled to my self. "I knew this was a bad idea."

Somehow, my anger helped me sleep. As I drifted off, I though about my ability, argument comebacks, and...

cats?