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Will took the first bus to Bayville Memorial Hospital, where her Dad worked as a neurosurgeon. It was his transfer--and not her expulsion--that brought the Turner family into Bayville. She could take to her Mom, who was a housewife, but she didn't feel like going home. Not right now, anyway.
She let her feet lead her to the nearest nurse's station. "Excuse me," she said. "Is Doctor Turner free?" No sooner than the words had left her mouth, she was swept into a bearhug by her father. "Hi, Dad," Will grinned.
Doctor Turner affectionately touched his daughter's blue-brown hair. He tried to look stern. "Young lady, why aren't you at school?" he asked.
"I needed to see you," Will replied softly.
Her father ruffled his daughter's hair playfully. "Have you eaten lunch yet?" he asked. He didn't wait for her answer. "Come on. I'll treat you to coffee and donuts in the cafeteria."
Mr. Turner led Will into the cafeteria and ordered a box of jelly donuts and two cups of coffee. "Now tell me what's bothering you."
"Dad, is there something wrong with me?"
"Of course not! Why would you say that?"
Will took a deep breath and relayed the days events to him, finishing with Tonya doing a freezing act in the hallways. When she finished, she sighed and took a sip of her espresso. "I'm different aren't I? That's why no one in LA would talk to me. They would avoid me like I was the plague or something. I'm a freak."
Mr. Turner normally disapproved of self-pity but there was something in his daughter's green eyes that made him stay quiet. There was something he wasn't telling his daughter and now wasn't the time to tell her. "Honey, you are who you are meant to be," he told her gently. "Sometimes strange things happen. And the best thing to do is to deal with it the best way you can."
When the donuts and coffee were all gone, the man checked his watch. "Come on, Will, you're going back to school. No daughter of mine is missing her first day."
When Will got home from school, her parents were sitting on the couch with serious expressions etched on their faces.
"Will, dear," Mrs. Turner said, "your father and I need to tell you something."
"Sure Mom," Will replied, concern dotting her features. She sat down across them.
"Will, when you get angry, do you notice things exploding around you?"
Will's blood turned cold. "How do you know that?" she asked. "Did Dad tell you?"
DOctor Turner sighed. "You aren't like other people," he told her. "You have a power. Willow Turner, you are a mutant."
It was as if the word was simply whispered in her ear. "No I'm not," she said. "I look just like everybody else." She gingerly touched a blue strand of hair. "Almost like everybody else."
"The genetic mutation can't be seen on the outside, but internally. Within your system. Your body was so advanced that these powers were the result."
Will sat with her head in her hands. "How long have you known about this?" she demanded.
"Ever since you first started showing signs of your genetic mutation," Mrs. Turner replied. "When you were four."
The girl dimly remembered a time when she was four, a little boy across the street named Andrew Levison stole her Princess Leia action figure and rode away on a tricycle. Little Will had squinted at the tires of his tryke and popped the tires.
"Will, try to understand that we kept this from you so that you would be safe," Mrs. Turner reached for her daughter's hand but she jerked away.
"What I understand is that you've been lying to me my entire life--" the vase exploded "--assuring me that I was just like everybody and telling me not to care what other people think when I was right the whole time--" the TV exploded "--and that I am a freak. Don't you get it?! Making friends is hard enough without stupid powers messing it up!" As she stomped her foot in frustration and for effect, the picture frame broke, burning a picture of the Turners before Bayville.
Will took the first bus to Bayville Memorial Hospital, where her Dad worked as a neurosurgeon. It was his transfer--and not her expulsion--that brought the Turner family into Bayville. She could take to her Mom, who was a housewife, but she didn't feel like going home. Not right now, anyway.
She let her feet lead her to the nearest nurse's station. "Excuse me," she said. "Is Doctor Turner free?" No sooner than the words had left her mouth, she was swept into a bearhug by her father. "Hi, Dad," Will grinned.
Doctor Turner affectionately touched his daughter's blue-brown hair. He tried to look stern. "Young lady, why aren't you at school?" he asked.
"I needed to see you," Will replied softly.
Her father ruffled his daughter's hair playfully. "Have you eaten lunch yet?" he asked. He didn't wait for her answer. "Come on. I'll treat you to coffee and donuts in the cafeteria."
Mr. Turner led Will into the cafeteria and ordered a box of jelly donuts and two cups of coffee. "Now tell me what's bothering you."
"Dad, is there something wrong with me?"
"Of course not! Why would you say that?"
Will took a deep breath and relayed the days events to him, finishing with Tonya doing a freezing act in the hallways. When she finished, she sighed and took a sip of her espresso. "I'm different aren't I? That's why no one in LA would talk to me. They would avoid me like I was the plague or something. I'm a freak."
Mr. Turner normally disapproved of self-pity but there was something in his daughter's green eyes that made him stay quiet. There was something he wasn't telling his daughter and now wasn't the time to tell her. "Honey, you are who you are meant to be," he told her gently. "Sometimes strange things happen. And the best thing to do is to deal with it the best way you can."
When the donuts and coffee were all gone, the man checked his watch. "Come on, Will, you're going back to school. No daughter of mine is missing her first day."
When Will got home from school, her parents were sitting on the couch with serious expressions etched on their faces.
"Will, dear," Mrs. Turner said, "your father and I need to tell you something."
"Sure Mom," Will replied, concern dotting her features. She sat down across them.
"Will, when you get angry, do you notice things exploding around you?"
Will's blood turned cold. "How do you know that?" she asked. "Did Dad tell you?"
DOctor Turner sighed. "You aren't like other people," he told her. "You have a power. Willow Turner, you are a mutant."
It was as if the word was simply whispered in her ear. "No I'm not," she said. "I look just like everybody else." She gingerly touched a blue strand of hair. "Almost like everybody else."
"The genetic mutation can't be seen on the outside, but internally. Within your system. Your body was so advanced that these powers were the result."
Will sat with her head in her hands. "How long have you known about this?" she demanded.
"Ever since you first started showing signs of your genetic mutation," Mrs. Turner replied. "When you were four."
The girl dimly remembered a time when she was four, a little boy across the street named Andrew Levison stole her Princess Leia action figure and rode away on a tricycle. Little Will had squinted at the tires of his tryke and popped the tires.
"Will, try to understand that we kept this from you so that you would be safe," Mrs. Turner reached for her daughter's hand but she jerked away.
"What I understand is that you've been lying to me my entire life--" the vase exploded "--assuring me that I was just like everybody and telling me not to care what other people think when I was right the whole time--" the TV exploded "--and that I am a freak. Don't you get it?! Making friends is hard enough without stupid powers messing it up!" As she stomped her foot in frustration and for effect, the picture frame broke, burning a picture of the Turners before Bayville.
