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Author's Note: VERY IMPORTANT!!!! I have a feeling you're all going to be pissed off as hell after i say this but I have to tell you. I'm ending the story. I have one more chapter left in me after this one and then thats it. I doubt there will be a sequel unless my other stories finish up too. Here's my reasoning for ending it: I don't like it anymore. This was really only going to be like a ten chapter story but as you can see it didn't end that way. And I'm not going to continue you it for my fans AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU GUYS! I can't write something i don't like because then the story starts to suck. So, yeah, that's it after this chapter and another one. Sweet Child of Mine is done. Sorry, don't hate me... :(

It's what I live for.

"Okay Melanie, you know how this works you have to get angry." Missouri instructed calmly.

Missouri, Dad, Dean, Cassie, and I were standing in the living room. I was trying to move objects and they were trying to piss me off.

"Mel, you remember when I first came here how much you hated me? Think about that." Cassie suggested.

"Or you could think about that huge fight we had." Dean added.

I was trying to move my switchblade from the end table into my hand but it wasn't working. At east it was starting to shake a little now.

"Think about your mom." Dad stated.

That did it. The switch blade flew across the room and I had to duck so that it wouldn't hit me in the head. It hit the front door instead.

"Holy…"

"Mel!" Dad said before I could finish.

"Shit." Dean finished it for me.

"Dean!"

"What?" He asked acting innocent.

"Alright, all of you out. Melanie and I are going to practice alone now."

"You got it Missouri. Come on, let's go get some lunch."

They left and Missouri gave me a look that said she knew something was up even before I knew it.

"What?"

"You're so sweet Mel. To do that for your father, I mean."

"Missouri! I hate when you read my mind!"

"I just think it's so cute that you want to do that for your dad."

"It's not big deal." I shrugged it off while retrieving my blade.

"You went to school and bargained with them for two hours until you convinced them to let you graduate with your class just so your dad will be proud. That's all you want isn't it? For your dad to be happy?"

"It's what I live for. My dad's my hero and I will always try my best to make him happy."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"He, Uncle Dean, and I are hanging out here tonight so I might slip it in."

"You know he's going to be so happy."

I smiled, "Yeah, I know. Now let's get this stupid training over."

About an hour later I had finally mastered my telekinesis. And by master I mean I can make something fly to me from about a room away but Missouri said I'd get it down before I left next week. That night, I was sitting next to my dad on the couch while Uncle Dean knocked back his third beer in the arm chair.

"Oh by the way, I'll be able to graduate with my class next week." I said casually.

Dad's head whipped around and looked completely confused. Dean laughed and handed me the beer but Dad grabbed it before I could take a sip.

"Not before you're 18. Now what's this about you graduating?"

"I'll be able to do the whole cap and gown stuff with the little tassel moving it from one side to the other or whatever. Yeah, I can do that with my class."

"How did you pull this off?"

"It was no big deal. I just talked to the principal and he agreed."

"Mel, you have no idea how proud I am of you."

I chuckled, "No, I do. I just love hearing you say it."

Dad grabbed me into a hug and kissed the top of my head, "I love you sweetheart."

"Love you to Pops. And what about you?" I asked turning to Uncle Dean.

"Good for you, kid. You took initiative. You get that from me."

I looked at Dad and smirked, "I don't think he should be able to drive home tonight."

"Yeah, me either. Listen, before you go off hunting by yourself I want you to go in the basement and pick out anything you want to take with you. I want you to be completely prepared in case the demon…" He sighed.

"In case the demon has the unfortunate fate of meeting me and then me smoking it, yeah Dad, don't worry. I'll be prepared."

He smiled but I knew it was tearing him apart inside. He didn't want me to go by myself but he also knows that he can't stop me. This time next week I'll be packing my things and getting into my car to leave home for good. How scary is that?