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"Did you hear that?" Bianca gasps.
"Yeah," I respond. "Let's go see what happened, somebody might need our help." I start to run towards the direction the scream came from, but Bianca pulls me back.
"No, Chris, it could be dangerous."
"C'mon, Bianca, if something REALLY bad happened, we could use our powers. All I know is that someone could be hurt, and we're the only ones around to do anything."
All of a sudden the earth starts to shake violently beneath us. I bite back a scream, but I can hear Bianca and who ever we heard from before still shrieking behind me. We both buckle over onto the ground, shielding our eyes from the wind that just suddenly roared out of nowhere, blowing debris. It's summer—it shouldn't be this windy.
It gradually stops and the screams cease.
"Our powers couldn't stop THAT," says Bianca. "That was—horrifying—"
"I know," I say. "Maybe that other person screaming knows what happened. Anyways, we'd better see if they're okay."
"We don't even know them!" Bianca protests. I ignore her and start running again. "Oh, fine then, be that way!" She grudgingly follows me until we get to the edge of a small clearing.
"Demon vanquished?" asks a voice. I can make out what looks like three women and a boy a little older than me in the darkness. I motion to Bianca to step back a bit so we're hidden in the shadows.
"Yeah, Phoebes," pants another. "You okay, Wyatt?"
The name shoots through me—where have I heard it before? It seems so familiar...but why?
"Yeah, mom," says the boy. "That one was rough. Good job with the telekinesis, Aunt Paige."
"Good job until it caused the enormous earthquake, you mean. If I had known THAT would happen..."
Demons? Telekinesis? All of the words jumble around in my mind like pieces of puzzles that just don't fit right. I know I've heard people...in my dreams, they were frantically talking about something...demons! That was it! They were worried about demons.
But there were no such things as demons or any other evil creatures. Miss Marie had told us so a long time ago after reading them fairy tales.
And the telekinesis...is that like my gift? I can't hold in the curiosity any longer. Before Bianca can stop me, I step out.
"What's going on here?" I demand.
The second woman flicks her wrist at me once or twice, and I twist my face in confusion.
"What are you doing?" I stare at her. There—there is the woman from my dreams that haunted me. Standing right there beside me...
"Why won't you freeze?" she questions harshly.
This is not like the woman from my dreams. She's being mean to me. I wish that she was more like she was when she talked to the other little boy. I pull away from her as she comes closer.
"What do you mean 'why won't I freeze'? Are you trying to turn me into a block of ice or something? It's the middle of summer, and there aren't any refrigerators around here!"
By now, Bianca has pulled up next to me, trying to draw me away. I plant my feet firmly on the ground, not letting her move me.
"Are you two...witches?" asks the second women. Phoebes...a nickname for Phoebe?
"No, I'm Chris Perry and this is Bianca," I explain, eyes narrowing at them.
"Chris!" Bianca tries even harder to tug me back, but I stay put like a stone. Why would this lady call us witches?
"Chris—Chris Perry?" the woman from my dream repeats, dumbfounded. "You're Chris Perry?"
"Yeah," I say tentatively, backing up. "Why?"
"Oh, um...nothing. Just like the name. Where are your guys' mommies? It's pretty late." She seems to be choking back tears, and I wish that she was mean again instead of sad. It was just how she cried when I saw her at night.
"We don't have mommies," Bianca growled, meaning to offend me, not the woman. "And that's why we're going back home to the orphanage. RIGHT, Chris?"
"Yeah," I mumble.
She gazes at me for a long time with this wistful, sad look before I turn away.
"Wait!" she calls. She takes out her purse and starts scribbling down numbers. "This is my phone number. If you ever need anything, just call and ask for Piper Halliwell, okay?"
"O-okay..."
Bianca then jerks me forward again in impatience and I receive the paper.
"We're late, Chris. We're going home, NOW."
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"Did you hear that?" Bianca gasps.
"Yeah," I respond. "Let's go see what happened, somebody might need our help." I start to run towards the direction the scream came from, but Bianca pulls me back.
"No, Chris, it could be dangerous."
"C'mon, Bianca, if something REALLY bad happened, we could use our powers. All I know is that someone could be hurt, and we're the only ones around to do anything."
All of a sudden the earth starts to shake violently beneath us. I bite back a scream, but I can hear Bianca and who ever we heard from before still shrieking behind me. We both buckle over onto the ground, shielding our eyes from the wind that just suddenly roared out of nowhere, blowing debris. It's summer—it shouldn't be this windy.
It gradually stops and the screams cease.
"Our powers couldn't stop THAT," says Bianca. "That was—horrifying—"
"I know," I say. "Maybe that other person screaming knows what happened. Anyways, we'd better see if they're okay."
"We don't even know them!" Bianca protests. I ignore her and start running again. "Oh, fine then, be that way!" She grudgingly follows me until we get to the edge of a small clearing.
"Demon vanquished?" asks a voice. I can make out what looks like three women and a boy a little older than me in the darkness. I motion to Bianca to step back a bit so we're hidden in the shadows.
"Yeah, Phoebes," pants another. "You okay, Wyatt?"
The name shoots through me—where have I heard it before? It seems so familiar...but why?
"Yeah, mom," says the boy. "That one was rough. Good job with the telekinesis, Aunt Paige."
"Good job until it caused the enormous earthquake, you mean. If I had known THAT would happen..."
Demons? Telekinesis? All of the words jumble around in my mind like pieces of puzzles that just don't fit right. I know I've heard people...in my dreams, they were frantically talking about something...demons! That was it! They were worried about demons.
But there were no such things as demons or any other evil creatures. Miss Marie had told us so a long time ago after reading them fairy tales.
And the telekinesis...is that like my gift? I can't hold in the curiosity any longer. Before Bianca can stop me, I step out.
"What's going on here?" I demand.
The second woman flicks her wrist at me once or twice, and I twist my face in confusion.
"What are you doing?" I stare at her. There—there is the woman from my dreams that haunted me. Standing right there beside me...
"Why won't you freeze?" she questions harshly.
This is not like the woman from my dreams. She's being mean to me. I wish that she was more like she was when she talked to the other little boy. I pull away from her as she comes closer.
"What do you mean 'why won't I freeze'? Are you trying to turn me into a block of ice or something? It's the middle of summer, and there aren't any refrigerators around here!"
By now, Bianca has pulled up next to me, trying to draw me away. I plant my feet firmly on the ground, not letting her move me.
"Are you two...witches?" asks the second women. Phoebes...a nickname for Phoebe?
"No, I'm Chris Perry and this is Bianca," I explain, eyes narrowing at them.
"Chris!" Bianca tries even harder to tug me back, but I stay put like a stone. Why would this lady call us witches?
"Chris—Chris Perry?" the woman from my dream repeats, dumbfounded. "You're Chris Perry?"
"Yeah," I say tentatively, backing up. "Why?"
"Oh, um...nothing. Just like the name. Where are your guys' mommies? It's pretty late." She seems to be choking back tears, and I wish that she was mean again instead of sad. It was just how she cried when I saw her at night.
"We don't have mommies," Bianca growled, meaning to offend me, not the woman. "And that's why we're going back home to the orphanage. RIGHT, Chris?"
"Yeah," I mumble.
She gazes at me for a long time with this wistful, sad look before I turn away.
"Wait!" she calls. She takes out her purse and starts scribbling down numbers. "This is my phone number. If you ever need anything, just call and ask for Piper Halliwell, okay?"
"O-okay..."
Bianca then jerks me forward again in impatience and I receive the paper.
"We're late, Chris. We're going home, NOW."