The four trouble-makers found joy in breaking the rules, their pranks almost legendary. In a world of supernatural abilities, almost everything seems possible, but two from the group, Azariah and Idris are deemed gift-less. Despite that, their fun n...
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"You bitch!" Eros tried fixing his wavy brown locks that Idris just messed up.
He had just finished saying bye to the three of us, using his hand to ruffle the top of our heads since he's the tallest. Always reminding us of that fact. He did it to Vi too, even though she was asleep on my back.
I heard him laugh before the door closed fully, leaving us to do nothing but walk back to our place.
"Let's go E." I sling an arm around his neck, still having a good hold on Vi. He grumbles but walks with me in sync. I notice he's getting taller too, a couple inches above me.
Fucking unfair.
He takes a look at our sister who snores quietly, her chin in my shoulder. "Are you sure your gift isn't super-human strength? How are you able to carry that hippo? It defies the laws of physics."
I look back at Vi's sleeping face then shake my head, chuckling.
I wish.
I haven't gotten my gift yet and I'm already going to turn thirteen soon. I wonder if hoping will do me any good. Idris hasn't gotten his either so I guess we're in it together.
