Air:
Marina looked at the computer screen blankly she again was waiting for the computer to start up. Scratching her chin to get rid of an itch, the computer was finally waiting for her to put her password in. She pressed the buttons of the keyboard to enter a six digit password.
"Marina!" A voiced called out, from what it looks like the direction of the kitchen.
"I'm in the den!" she called back not budging her head.
"What are you doing?" asked a lady, who maybe was her mother.
"Computer," she said longingly.
"Take care of you're brother for me, while I go out and get some groceries." Her mother said loudly for her teenage daughter to hear.
"Okay sure." Her mom rolled her eyes at Marina as she kept clicking away at the computer.
"Did you hear me?" her mom asked very impatiently.
"Yeah, take care of Nathan," answered Marina. A strand of brunette hair came from behind her ear and came towards her face. But she didn't notice, she was so interested in the conversation she was happening on messenger.
"When I come home, and Nathan got is head stuck in something again you're grounded," warned her hard working mother.
All she got from her 14 year old was a simple nod. When her mom left, Marina got up from the chair and walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Nathan, you still alive?" she yelled upwards.
"Yeah!" answered her 6 year old brother. Marina raised her eyebrows and scratched her right eye.
Wondering if she was going back to the computer or do something conservative, a twinkle came from hazel eyes. "I'm hungry." And a growl came from her stomach.
Marina quickly made herself a nutella sandwich. Her mind occupied in thought, she hadn't noticed that she was hovering over her stool. Until she realized the table was lower than normal, and then she looked down to see she was flying. As panic struck her she fell on her stool and the stool legs broke.
"Ow, she mumbled to herself rubbing her butt. "Oh Gosh, I just hovered, oh my gosh I flew!" she yelled loud enough for her brother to hear her.
"And people kept telling me people can't fly," smirked the boy.
Srry so short, my graduation is tonight from grade 8 and I gotta go get beautiful, which I am already. LOL. Anyways, I have to get my hair done and start crying when we graduate! Next chapter will be tomorrow afternoon….see ya.