I flip through the jeans, hoping to find something to suit my style. About halfway through I get bored and turn to see if there's an assistant nearby. I see one, a girl a few years older than me, helping a customer a few aisles away. I'll see if I can get help by just asking- I could use my power, but I'm trying not to rely on it. I did that a couple of months ago, it wasn't pretty. Everyone kept doing things I was thinking about but not actually want them to. Like jumping off a bridge, for example. Not pretty. I walk over to the assistant.
"Excuse me?" I say, as politely as I can. Which is not very. The assistant turns and looks at me, taking in my long wavy brown hair, jet black eyes and clothes that lean towards the creepy side of gothic with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm helping this person at the moment," she says, turning back to the customer, who looks equally scared of me.
I sigh. Why is nothing ever simple? I focus my will on the two girls. It's not hard, it never is, almost as easy as breathing. The customer straightens up like she's had a pole stuck up her back and walks away, while the assistant turns and smiles at me.
"How can I help you, miss?" she says, in an over helpful tone.
"Yes. I want a pair of black jeans, but this shop appears to be lacking them," I reply in a cold voice. Her smile fades. I frown. My power normally makes people do as I want, emotions included. I look around to see what might be blocking it. As I do the assistant runs away, terrified. I see three people walking towards me. I suddenly feel oddly afraid of them yet also drawn to them. I immediately use my power on all of them- it doesn't work.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask, my voice not up to it's usual 'I'm dangerous, go away' standards.
"My name's Willow," replies the girl with blue black hair.
The silver blonde says "I'm Danielle."
"Wolf" This comes from the dark haired guy. They're all older than me.
"Um, I'm Saraneth," I say, trying not to look nervous. I'm not sure if it works or not.