Three hours, fifteen slices of pizza, and forty computer searches later, it was done. And the fun could start. Skylar shouted, "Let's play Game of Secrets!"
"Ok... In my walk-in closet."
We sat and Sky started. "My mom didn't actually die. She just picked up and left one day."
"I have powers. Magic powers. I can control people with my mind, read minds, use telekinesis, control the wind, sense energies, and, this is a fading ability, see the future."
"You too?" Skylar looked shocked.
"What?" I stood. "My dad altered genetics. My genetics. That's how I controlled Grayson today. My powers. My abilities. I found out about them when some boys made me so mad, I was shaking. I went outside with my nine-year-old brother. Zach and I were talking. Then I stopped shaking, a glass jar exploded, and the wind started blowing. I found out about them."
Skylar nodded,"Where's Zach?"
A crystalline tear fell to the floor. "He is dead. He was adopted last year. A car hit the one he was riding in head on, and he was in the front. He was killed instantly. I think. They never found his body. Let's get off this sad topic. Frozen, ROTG, Mean Girls, or Brave?"
"Mean Girls!" Mitch shouted from the kitchen. We laughed and settled in for a long night of Scömíche.
An hour or so later...
Anna: I like the open gates!
Elsa: we are never closing them again.
Olaf: and glide and pivot! And glide and pivot! And glide and pivot....
Skylar had passed out on the couch, so I covered her up, climbed in pjs and got in bed.
