After standing still and staring at my palms for a few minutes, I heard a commotion. From the sound of it, it was not something I wanted to meet in a three quarter length violet dress. I ran upstairs to my room and threw on a pair of faded jeans and a black tank top. I put my hand back in the drawer and my hand met something I didn't know. I pulled it out. 'It' turned out to be a long black coat, with two jagged yellow lines going from the left shoulder to right hip. A relic straight from my past. I shuddered. I did not want to remember that. But it looked like my past had caught up with me, and fate was going to make me reveal it soon. I hesitated before pulling on the dark fabric. I looked down at myself. This was way too déjà vu. The yellow strips looked a bit like lightning... Oh. Maybe my power wasn't so random after all. I sighed, running my hands through my hair.
Oh, give it up, Imira I thought to myself. They're going to recognise you anyway.
I sighed again, went into the bathroom and removed the age-old dye from my hair. It had only ever worked because it didn't grow out. But if it was who I thought it was downstairs, then a lack of black curls wasn't going to hide anything. I then left my room and ran downstairs to the others.
"Hey guys. I wanted to hide this till the wedding was over, but..." I trailed off, letting the electricity crackling round my hand do the talking.