I had somehow escaped Seth and reached my house. This time, Mom was there. “What’s the story now, Ray? Your friends and you had a party and they got themselves blown up by a pat on the shoulder from you?!” Mom was yelling at Ray, thinking that the house was destroyed because of Ray’s power.
“Mom! You sound like a Howler from Harry Potter!” That did it (I didn’t know my brother was much of a reader too).
“Well you deserve a Howler, Ray. I thought you were responsible enough to actually take care of the house!”
“Mom, he didn’t get his friends blown up in a party,” I interrupted.
“You be quiet, dear-wait. What did you say?”
I held my breath and finally managed to mumble the words, “They were here. The people who killed dad. Mom was silent and shot an apologetic look at Ray.
“Were they?” Mom said faintly and collapsed on the chair.
We had just had dinner in a dusty dining room and then I cleaned up the house with Ray. Meanwhile, mom was resting in her room.
“It seems like she hadn’t taken the news well,” Ray said.
“What should we do?” I asked as I concentrated on a wall which floated back to its original place.
“Just let her relax, cool off. Okay?”
Beat this, how am I supposed to handle the news that when I got to school, I was going to meet a descendant of the one and only Flair Hokagae line?
Okay, here’s the story. I go enter school and everything seems normal. Except for the fact that people are staring at me. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey,” Seth’s voice rang through my brain. Was Seth actually verbally communicating with me and saying ‘good morning’ in the form of ‘hey’? I would say so.
He fastened his pace and walked alongside me. People were staring at us even more, like their eyes were popping out of their sockets. They had never seen Seth really talk to any girl or to me till now.
“Are you really Seth or is Stephanie just playing a prank on me?” Stephanie had the power of changing her identity and I meant it as a joke but he pretended not to hear me and walked past me to the art class. I followed him inside and found a seat by someone whom I had never seen before. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. As I sat down next to her, I felt a familiar aura and I had no idea it came from.
“Hi,” she said smiling.
“I’m Christina,” she stuck out her hand and shook mine.
She cocked her head to the side and said, “Are you the daughter of Thomas Sparks?” I nodded. “I’m from the Flair Hokagae line.”
I stopped shaking hands with her and blurted out, “You’re a descendant of the psycho-maniac who killed my father?"