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I collapsed on the couch and began gulping down oxygen, Beck in my arms.

"Kelsie?" Beck asked.

"Yeah?" I breathed.

Beck's 2-year-old face scrunched up in thought. "What was... the kid doing?"

I tilted my head back and thought about that myself...

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"Kelsie!" I groaned. I knew what Mum's tone meant. I needed to look after Beck.

"Do I have to?" I whined back.

"Yes! It's a very important meeting and I just can't take him!"

"Fine."

"Thank you. Remember-" Mum started but I cut her off.

"'If Beck gets cranky, go to the park.' I know," I couldn't count how many times my mother had said that to me.

"Exactly." I could practically smell the satisfied smirk on my mum's face.

I went downstairs, only to find Beck perched on the bottom step, an expectant look on his chubby face.

"What?" I asked defensively. There's nothing worse than feeling as if you're being judged by a toddler.

"I'm hungy," Beck said bluntly, which I understood as, 'I'm hungry.'

"Fine, what do you want?" I headed to the kitchen.

Beck crossed his arms. "I want Mummy to make it. She knows."

I rolled my eyes: for a 2-year-old, Beck could be very intelligent- and demanding.

"Yeah, well, Mum's not here, so what does she make you?"

"Pea'ut Budder Jewly," Beck said proudly.

"Peanut Butter and Jelly?" I clarified.

"Pea'ut Budder Jewly," Beck nodded.

I walked into the kitchen and got the peanut butter, bread and jelly. I made a sandwich and laid it in front of Beck, who made a face.

"What now?" I asked, already annoyed.

"Mummy cuts off the icky brown part." I assumed he was talking about the crust.

I sighed, pulled out a knife (considered sticking it in my brother's chest) and cut off the crust of the bread.

"Better?" I asked rhetorically. My brother shook his head.

"Cut it. Into... tri-ang-lays," He commanded.

I sighed in frustration. I knew I couldn't threaten him like I would anyone else ('Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat, 'It's either this or you'll be drinking it through a straw in a full-body cast', etc.) because he would tattle to Mum. So I was stuck under the thumb of a toddler.

"There," I observed the plate in front of him. No crusts, triangles, peanut butter and jelly. Great, right? Not for my OCD brother.

"Chips?"

No. Just no. I was wasting so much time on him, I was not getting the chips.

I got the chips.

Beck munched happily on his lunch while I grabbed a spoon and ate from the peanut butter jar. All dignity was lost at this point, anyway.

Beck finally finished and started to get squirmy and restless. Exactly what I feared most on these occasions.

"Kelsie," Beck began, "My shoes feel wrong."

I looked at his feet. "You don't have shoes on."

He looked down to discover his bare feet. He stared at them as if just uncovering that they were down there and slowly his face crumpled like a paper bag. The next thing I knew, I had a sobbing kid on my hands. I knew the right thing to do was probably console him, ask him what the problem was and figure it out step by step. But my patience had run incredibly dry by now.

So, I plucked Beck from his seat, grabbed his shoes and the keys and walked out the door with one destination in mind.

The park.

"Where are we going?" Beck sniffed.

"The park," I answered.

Almost immediately, Beck's tears dried up faster than my patience, replaced by the shadow of a satisfied smirk.

Bastard, I thought silently.

The park is an open area, a fountain in the middle surrounded by a playground for kids.

But something was... off.

Then it hit me. The playground was literally deserted.

"Wait, Beck," I said since he had already nearly squirmed out of my arms, oblivious to the emptiness of the playset.

As we walked closer I saw a group of teenagers (a few years older than me) by the fountain in the centre.

A boy with black hair stood closer to the fountain than the others. In fact, the others were distancing themselves from the boy quite a lot.

"Wanna see another trick?" He asked, his back turned to me and Beck. I had an instinct to run, to protect Beck, which felt odd, because I'd never had a reason to protect my little brother before now.

"Are you sure we should do this in the middle of a park in broad daylight?" An African American girl with red hair asked nervously.

"Probably not, but most mortals with just see a bunch of teenagers playing with something in the air," A blonde girl explained.

The black-haired boy raised his arms. "Please, please, audience, your attention?" He brought his arms up for seemingly no reason. Until I saw the water rising with his arms.

I stared at the floating water, then at Beck, who was looking annoyed. "Why are we waiting?"

"Just hold on a second, Beck."

The water that had risen split in 2 when the boy moved his arms apart. One of the halves made a trident, while the other made a model of the boy himself holding the trident. The model was in great detail, but not in correct detail. Yeah, this guy looked muscular and handsome, but the aquatic model made him look more like a superhuman figure, with amazingly bulging muscles and insanely handsome.

Another teenager, this one a boy with blonde hair, snorted. "Yes, this looks so realistic."

"I know," The first boy responded sarcastically, striking a pose, placing a foot atop the fountain edge and a hand grasping an invisible trident.

This time a girl with a dark braid down her back laughed. "Uh-huh."

"That's impressive and all, Aqua Man, but isn't flying better?" The blonde boy countered. Again, I questioned my mental stability when my eyes told my brain that this boy was slowly levitating, rising above the ground.

"Right, so I get sharks and killer whales for brothers and you get, what, pigeons?" Water Boy taunted.

The air around him started to twirl unnaturally, corresponding to the flying boy's twisting finger. Faster and faster, till the winds came to a stop abruptly, leaving Water Boy's hair tangled and clothes wrinkled.

The smirk on the hovering boy's face disappeared when it was hit with a glob of water, obviously sent from Water Boy.

"Oh, that's how you want to play?" Flying Boy asked. He sent what I can guess was a jet of air toward Water Boy, making him fall on his butt.

Before a war could start, the blonde girl stepped in between them. "Before this escalates too much, please consider that we need to leave soon. Before mortals see us."

Somehow, I knew 2 things in that statement. 1) This girl was not talking about herself or the rest of her group as mortals and 2) She knew I was there, and I was the mortal.

So, naturally, I turned and made a mad dash back to our house. Now, I've never had an adrenaline rush before and I've never been exceedingly athletic, but I swear, in that moment, my legs were pumping so fast I felt like I could beat Usain Bolt's records. When I finally fumbled with the door and walked in, I was exhausted, all my energy gone.

This brings us to the present.

/

Luckily, before I could answer, or wonder why Beck couldn't see what I did, Mum walked in.

"Did you 2 have fun?" She asked. Before Beck could answer I walked and practically shoved him in her arms.

"Oh!" She said, noticing my face dripping with sweat and my laboured breaths. "Well, it looks like you had quite the time."

"Yeah, kids are weird," I said, not necessarily talking about 2-year-olds.

And that's how I witnessed the strangest event of my life.

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