Stella

I giggled as my father lifted me up in his strong arms. The breezy spring air blew around us as he spun me around.

"Wee! faster daddy faster!"

My father chuckled.

"Stella I'm sure that's enough for one day."

"Okay daddy just because I'm tired....Can you make some brownies?"

He nodded a I squealed with excitement.

After we ate the brownies me and Willow were tucked to sleep by my father and mother. I knew I was my fathers favorite he wouldn't tell me, but I could tell like I had some secret power. I knew that father would tell me if I had any, but for now it's just in my imagination.

"Stella?"

I turned towards her while laying in my bed.

"Do you every feel like there is some sort of electrical surge flowing trough your body?"

"Sometimes."

"I wonder if our parents have it to? Well we are twelve, and in my book Veronica Vaughan gets her superpowers when she turns twelve. Maybe we are like that. "
"No, if we were they would tell us."

Wouldn't they?

Then I fell asleep.

When we turned sixteen my parents told us that at this time we are unstable that if we were angry we had to control ourselves.

"Mom. Dad?"

"Felicity wants me to go to Paris with her."

"No honey out of the question."

Said Mom.

"WHAT!!!"

Yelled Willow slamming her fist on the little coffee the little table legs shook then it collapsed.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!"

Yelled Dad.

Dad never yelled, but the force of it shook the house. Willow ran to her room and fell asleep.

Later that night I meant to get some coffee, but i heard talking so I eavesdropped.

"Shes going to do something Esme I just know it."

"Thorne, calm down everything is going to be fine."

"Esme I love you."

"Oh Carswell."

Said Mom stroking my father's cheek.

"I love you two."

Then they engulfed in an embrace I silently crept back into my room.

You might think that my mother's and my father's relationship may have dulled after having two children. Your wrong I hear them every night say things to each other about how if they did not have each other they would crumble like a house without foundation.

I wish someday I could be like that with someone else someday. I lay in my bed listening to my favorite albums of FOB and Walk Off the Earth. When a strange glowing started to pulse around Willow.

"What?"

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