Part 5
Chyna closed her bedroom door, breathing a huge sigh of relief. She was finally alone. She scowled in anger, wanting to break something. Her perfect sister had to choose this weekend to come home from university. Maria was one of those annoying girls like Lucy. The type of brainless bimbo who everyone liked, and Chyna would have gladly killed if given the opportunity.
She collapsed on her bed, sighing. How she wanted to get *away* from this place, this boring dull life of hers. She reached for her remote control, turning on her CD player, letting the loud screams of Iron Maiden loose, just to annoy her parents who were in the living room directly underneath her bedroom.
It just wasn't fair. Why did undeserving bitches like Lucy and Maria have so much when ordinary, decent people like her were shoved to the side without even getting a chance?
Chyna scowled. She got off her bed, looking around her room, decorated in shades of purple with white furniture. Her hand rifted over her bookshelf, another shelf with CDs and videos. She sat in her desk chair. She never got to share her interests with anyone. She liked sci-fi novels, she liked to hike, enjoyed hockey and baseball, occasionally she even liked to write.
Sometimes Chyna found it easier to project her problems onto a fictional character and dress them up dramatically rather than deal with herself.
She looked around for her notepad. She'd tossed it aside last night in a fit of rage. If people would *talk* to her then maybe she wouldn't be so angry all the time.
"Come on, where are you?" she muttered, tossing aside a collection of Star Trek comic books. "Stupid piece of crap."
She stood up, hands on hips, looking around. She blinked several times, not sure she was seeing correctly. Her notebook was floating towards her. It had lifted itself up from God knew where and was *floating* in her direction.
Chyna took it, staring at the object in amazement.
She remembered the glass shattering when she had been angry at Lucy. Only ten minutes later lockers had burst open when she had been angry Bryan liked Jacine better than her. Then Maria had laughed at her outfit on Saturday and complained because a vase had thrown itself across the room and attacked her.
Now she had wanted her notebook, and it had just come to her.
Chyna could feel a grin starting to spread across her face. ~Oh this is just too good~ she thought.
She glanced around her room again. She was bored with Iron Maiden. She turned off the CD player without touching it. Thinking hard she thought about putting the CD back in its box. Watching in fascination the CD box floated off the shelf, the CD took itself out the machine and put itself in the box. The CD draw went back into the machine. The box closed and went back in its place on the shelf.
All without Chyna even lifting a finger.
Chyna was grinning from ear to ear. It was all she could do to keep from applauding herself like those idiots on bad TV game shoes do when they get their question right or win some money.
~Telekinetic~ she thought gleefully. ~I can really do things with my mind~
Now she knew she had this amazing gift, what did she do with it?
* * *
Chyna closed her bedroom door, breathing a huge sigh of relief. She was finally alone. She scowled in anger, wanting to break something. Her perfect sister had to choose this weekend to come home from university. Maria was one of those annoying girls like Lucy. The type of brainless bimbo who everyone liked, and Chyna would have gladly killed if given the opportunity.
She collapsed on her bed, sighing. How she wanted to get *away* from this place, this boring dull life of hers. She reached for her remote control, turning on her CD player, letting the loud screams of Iron Maiden loose, just to annoy her parents who were in the living room directly underneath her bedroom.
It just wasn't fair. Why did undeserving bitches like Lucy and Maria have so much when ordinary, decent people like her were shoved to the side without even getting a chance?
Chyna scowled. She got off her bed, looking around her room, decorated in shades of purple with white furniture. Her hand rifted over her bookshelf, another shelf with CDs and videos. She sat in her desk chair. She never got to share her interests with anyone. She liked sci-fi novels, she liked to hike, enjoyed hockey and baseball, occasionally she even liked to write.
Sometimes Chyna found it easier to project her problems onto a fictional character and dress them up dramatically rather than deal with herself.
She looked around for her notepad. She'd tossed it aside last night in a fit of rage. If people would *talk* to her then maybe she wouldn't be so angry all the time.
"Come on, where are you?" she muttered, tossing aside a collection of Star Trek comic books. "Stupid piece of crap."
She stood up, hands on hips, looking around. She blinked several times, not sure she was seeing correctly. Her notebook was floating towards her. It had lifted itself up from God knew where and was *floating* in her direction.
Chyna took it, staring at the object in amazement.
She remembered the glass shattering when she had been angry at Lucy. Only ten minutes later lockers had burst open when she had been angry Bryan liked Jacine better than her. Then Maria had laughed at her outfit on Saturday and complained because a vase had thrown itself across the room and attacked her.
Now she had wanted her notebook, and it had just come to her.
Chyna could feel a grin starting to spread across her face. ~Oh this is just too good~ she thought.
She glanced around her room again. She was bored with Iron Maiden. She turned off the CD player without touching it. Thinking hard she thought about putting the CD back in its box. Watching in fascination the CD box floated off the shelf, the CD took itself out the machine and put itself in the box. The CD draw went back into the machine. The box closed and went back in its place on the shelf.
All without Chyna even lifting a finger.
Chyna was grinning from ear to ear. It was all she could do to keep from applauding herself like those idiots on bad TV game shoes do when they get their question right or win some money.
~Telekinetic~ she thought gleefully. ~I can really do things with my mind~
Now she knew she had this amazing gift, what did she do with it?
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