This whole teleporting thing was awesome, seriously long as I can remember if I had to have one power it would be to be able to teleport. Though I don't use it to pull stupid shit like stealing or other illegal fun times, that would just be pointless. No instead I used it so I didn't have to drive, I absolutely detest driving and how long it took. Plus I get horrifically travel sick when driving, or on a boat… or flying… basically the actual travel isn't fun for me. With my classes being about an hour away driving time, and the fact that parking was an absolute bitch because they didn't plan ahead for the sheer mass of students they would have at a time, me just popping up is a dream come true.

Now I didn't have to waste so much time, and not be panting after climbing all those god damn stairs. At least I still had a ton of time after class in order to laze about because I seriously just need some "me" time. And if I did this by being glued to my phone then hell I was most certainly going to do just that!

Speaking of being glued to my phone, notifications are my literal lifesaver, because Mark had uploaded to his facebook page, an oddity in itself. I quirk my eyebrows in surprise, what on earth was he up to? I couldn't help but laugh aloud before flushing at letting the sound out. I hated attention being directly on me but I don't help it much with my spot of choice. It was right in the middle of the room after all.

In order to ignore everyone looking at me, I just stare at my screen and suddenly was able to comprehend what I was reading. What? Why was he telling fans where he was? Oh, duh he said they would be in a video… Should I? I've never traveled THAT kind of distance before, and from northern Nevada to L.A. is quite a jump.

My attitude on life I would like to say had the thought process that would eliminate bad ideas. In truth it was more along the lines of "fuck it why not." Surprisingly that was already my decision made, literally three seconds. Oh well, time to hide in a bathroom before popping into California!

Now, just to be safe I was going to hit it in chunks, being sure to not get stuck in the middle of nowhere on the way. Because seriously that would just suck balls. Right so maybe about… an hour and a half ish journey? I could do an hour EASY so what's a little more? I search up a picture of the place so that I don't royally screw myself up and let out a breath real slow like.

I closed my eyes and just felt the air charge around me, before it started to thicken and congeal before me. I step through the glassy surface and it snapped back into place the moment I stepped fully through. It wasn't very fast, but doing it this way attracted far less attention than full on snapping into view. That one didn't feel nice because I have to force my body through very fast, while the slower way I got to ease into it.

Blinking against the sunlight, my eyes came into focus upon the suburban street that was completely deserted. Rolling my joints out was nice after each jump, squeezing through nothing locks you up a wee bit if you don't stretch out a little. Damn that was nothing! Feeling a little cocky I looked at the picture of the park Mark said they were going to be in, I could totally make it in one go!

When I stepped through, I had to seriously get my bearings straight. You know when you're sitting or lying down and you suddenly stand to charge off somewhere? That feeling where you are so lightheaded you create your own mini galaxy in front of your eyes is very unpleasant. But I honestly was expecting something so much worse, this was quite a pleasant surprise as far as headaches go. Nevertheless, I quickly sling my high school musical backpack round my front so I could take a swig from my apple juice. I had started carrying it around after the first time I got jumping pain as I call it. Now don't judge the HSM backpack! No one can tell that's what it's from, all it is, is a navy denim backpack with a sparkly music symbol that I can't name off the top of my head.

It is a quaint little thing; I've had it since I was about eight when my grandma gave it to me. Making sure I had at least two other bottles of juice left in case of emergencies, I take in my surroundings to make sure I hadn't gone to the clear opposite side of the park. But I had to judge it carefully so that I didn't appear directly under their noses either. Damn, a little off target, but I can still see them, oh for fucks sake who am I kidding they could be seen from the bloody moon with what they're wearing!

I could see two other girls with them already, great they can take the majority of the attention off of me so that I can watch from afar. This way I can enjoy being here and off the radar. What I didn't take into account was Mark's tendency to act like an excitable puppy when he spots another person. My plan of being a bit on the outside was thrown right out the metaphorical window when Mark spotted me walking towards them, because he sprinted as fast as he could move in those plether pants he was wearing.

I could see Ethan and Tyler following close behind him, Ethan holding a camera in his little hands. I had stopped moving by now, already feeling the panic start to build. Oh god what if he asks where I'm from? What if he asks why I'm here in la? What if what if what if what if? It was a steady downward spiral, I could feel my breathing increase and get choppy with effort. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears drowning out all other sound.

"Hi what's your name!" he exclaims before putting a fake mic in front of my face. Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck what what did he ask? Wait I'm taking too long to answer now I'll look stupid why I am I still not saying anything?

"Hey are you alright?" concern flooded his face where excitement once was.
I honestly couldn't help it; the moment I got scared I reverted back to my old habit of clamming up. I nod shortly, trying desperately to regain my breathing so I didn't look like I was absolutely mental in front of everyone. I wasn't completely focused in the moment, so it was no surprise that I involuntarily flinched when a hand landed on my shoulder.

Now I'm not being weird or anything, I actually should have prepared more for this instead of just diving in. Remember the whole fuck it thing just a little while back? This would show why you shouldn't do that.

I'm pretty sure my face was going to be a permanent state of red… fucking hell. Now everyone was staring at me, whelp there go any and all attempts at speaking while I'm here. My backpack likes to hang under my armpit due to it only having a single strap, so it is fairly easy to open it and pull out my notepad along with a pen.

I quickly scribble out my name is Anna, before handing him the notepad. Mark glanced down at the pad, "Hi Anna!" I physically cringe so hard I'm pretty sure my face just concaved into my skull. Mark had pronounced my name how people say it in Frozen, fuck Frozen and having their princess called Awnah… "Oh did I say that wrong?" It takes me hugging into myself to be able to even nod that yes, yes he pronounced it wrong. "Sorry about that Anna, anyways where are you from?" He offers the paper back, knowing that I would just write it out instead of say it. Northern Nevada, I write down right before he splutters, "Wait what? Are you on vacation or something?"

I silently cheer that he gave me this loophole, it would be so easy to just go with that and be incredibly vague about the specifics. Instead of writing the confirmation though I just nodded. "That's awesome! I'm glad you got to come down here!" He seemed so excited I actually couldn't help the smile that filled my still blood red face.

"Oh my god Mark you actually didn't fully scare the poop out of her!" Tyler said really loudly just off to the side. I could feel myself caving into myself if that made any form of sense. This was a bad idea a very very bad idea that I was not prepared for in the slightest. And that fucking camera was not helping things!

Thankfully that's when Mark noticed a newcomer to the party. He turned to me, "Mind if we go greet them?" I am pretty sure I gave myself whiplash from how hard I shook my head. I could tell they were concerned, but I made the choice for them when I went to go hide behind a nearby woman and use her as a human shield. Thankfully she just gave me a patient smile and didn't try to make me talk.

It was easy then to hide in plain sight, one of the better purposes of being five foot six. There was a lot of visiting with everyone there, thankfully I was able to avoid most of that by carrying my pad of paper.

I noticed Ethan as he was doing a standing back tuck, he had pretty good form. This is another occurrence where the fuck it attitude overtakes my brain. I walk up to him after placing the paper on top of my backpack that's against a tree. He was startled by my silent approach, and before I lost my nerve I made some form of hand motion that I hoped translated into back flip. "My back flip?" he said confusedly.

I nodded, and moved to stand next to him, but putting about three feet in between us. I look at him and put of three fingers one at a time before doing the back flip movement again. Finally he understood and a grin threatened to split his face in two. He then looked up over at Mark and Tyler, before saying, "Right on three? One, two, three!" On the count of three I swung my arms down by my legs, simultaneously bending my legs while holding my torso straight up. After that I launch myself up and back, pulling my knees to my chest to whip myself around so I was right side up again.

I straightened to applause and Tyler victoriously pointing at the camera he was holding. After that moment it steadily got easier to relax in everyone's presence. It was during the filming for the actual video that Mark was acting very much like himself. Every time he would fling himself into the group of us dancing he would be sure to try to make us laugh. That's what screwed up multiple takes, him causing people to laugh when we were supposed to just act like mannequins.

Now when he noticed how much of an effect he had on me, he was quick to add me to the list of easy targets. Now I didn't actually laugh, more like steadily my face went to a purple due to me holding my breath. I was trembling with the effort of not audibly laughing, because if you have ever held back laughter for some reason it actually hurts!

Now remember when I said I was relaxed earlier? Well it's kinda true, like I wasn't flinching anymore to sudden appearances around me, I still did too the worst noises, but I still wasn't talking to anyone. That I think was both frustrating and concerning the people who continued to try to have me say SOMETHING by this point.

By the time everything was finished and over with, people were starting to head home. The younger fans parents were having them say goodbye so everyone could leave. All I had to do was gather my stuff and find a secluded place to phase away. I was starting to walk off, but "Hey Anna wait!" I turn to face Mark absolutely confused. "Do you have someone picking you up? Where are your parents? Do you need someone to walk you to the place you're staying?" If I had any speech capability I would have spluttered, instead I scribble out, uh no I can walk there on my own.

"Are you sure kid?" I actually had to have a double take. Wait how old do you think I am?! "Uhh.. .fourteen?" he said sounding completely unsure of himself. I was more than a little confounded, and annoyed at what my height and baby face caused to happen again. Nope I'm actually eighteen mate. At this point I think the both of us are more than a little embarrassed. "Um sorry Anna, want to come here tomorrow? Same time for another video shoot?" Like I had to think about it, all it took was a nod of my head along with a small smile to confirm that I was totally coming tomorrow.

I walked off into the trees, letting the impending darkness shroud me in their shadows. After taking a last glance over my shoulder to be sure no one followed me, I breathe in and step through. Surprisingly, it was easy to show up in my bedroom. Turns out just getting to the distance automatically gets me used to how a one trip journey would feel…interesting.

Walking to the kitchen, I start to prepare some dinner. Mom was in there as well, heating some veggies in a pan. "Where on earth were you for an hour?" she asked at my appearance in the kitchen.

"L.A." I respond, knowing she would think I was kidding.

"Alright smart ass, you want any of these?"

"Yes please!" I call over my shoulder as I walk back to my room, plate of tofu nuggets and ketchup in hand as I went. Now, I was just counting down the hours until I could head back to L.A.