Picking A Fight
All of Saturday and Sunday we worked at my abilities. Over and over we did a multitude of things. She would throw objects at me and I would catch them, or I would pick up different weights and see how long I could hold them. We did a different training where Cleo would shove me over and I would try to catch myself, or use my ability to push Cleo backwards. We were preparing for anything and everything. It was around six when I got out of the shower to hear my phone ringing. I answered, knowing what the call was going to consist of. “Hey, Gwyneth. What’s going on?” I asked as I pulled my panties up. “Cairyn! Do you want to head to the lake for a party tonight? I promise none of us will let you out of our sight. Pretty much the whole school and young adults
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