Thank you! I feel really bad about not updating more regularly. Thanks for your reading! If I dissapoint you, you can hit me over the head;).

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Trouble

Flashback

"Hey, Mel!" Jeremy called. It was almost the break for Sib-Rose Day.

"Hey, roomy." Melissa replied, nudging Jeremy with her shoulder as he caught up.

"Do you have any plans for break?" He asked.

Melissa playfully punched him. "What do you care?"

Jeremy smiled, "I am going stay in town (Gardenia) with my family. I was wondering if you wanted a ride down to Graesons to see your family."

Melissa gave him a questioning look, "I have a car."

"I know, but that thing is, like, 100 years old, or at least close to it. My car gets better mileage, too."

"I like it. Answering your question, sure. I would be honored." Melissa bowed, slightly, and Jeremy laughed.

Then he noticed a slightly glazed look in Melissa's eyes. "What?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing. I just remembered that I was staying here." Melissa said, the look staying in her eyes, even though she tried to hide it.

'Something's up. She's quiet. Melissa is never quiet!' Jeremy thought. Though he decided not to push the subject. "Hey, you could stay with my family and me." Jeremy urged. "You could meet my siblings."

"Just how many siblings do you have, Jeremy?" Melissa asked.

"Three brothers, four sisters. One of each is adopted, and two of the boys, and one of the girls are my step-siblings." Jeremy laughed at Melissa's confused face.

"Wow. That is a strange family." Melissa sighed.

End Flashback

Melissa woke to a room that looked like an abandoned jail. The room in the back where they have all the cells.

She was in the cell on the direct opposite side of the large room, as a large iron door with a small window that had bars across it.

Melissa was looking around the large room when a man, dressed in all black, came in, and walked over to the cell. "Oh, Princess, you're awake. Good. "The man started out a little too friendly, and said 'good' in a sour tone.

Just then there was movement from beside Melissa, and she jumped. Searing pain went through Melissa's body when she did.

"Me... lis... sa..." A voice said.

"Finally, both of you are awake. Wonderful." The man said sarcastically.

The person next to Melissa jumped at the sight of the man. "Mason (Random, I know, but I couldn't use Darkar or Valtor!)." It was Bloom. That comforted Melissa.

"Good job of identifying me." 'Mason' said, taking off his hat. "I seem to have found out a little secret from your parents, Bloom (Her birth parents)."

"What? They would never tell you anything that I don't know." Bloom retorted.

"Yes, but they told me all the same." Mason replied.

"Get to your point." Melissa hissed, more than a little vexed.

"The point, huh?" He smirked. "Bloom, Melissa, you two are..."

Just then a crash came from the outer room where Mason had come from. Scowling, he walked out.

"What do you think he was going to tell us?" Bloom asked, staring at the door Mason had slammed.

"I got no clue. I ain't wantin' to find out either." Bloom gave Melissa a strange look. "Sorry. My southern side tends to come out when I get ticked off at someone. That and my self defense." they laughed at that.

"I don't want to know either. Knowing Mason, it can't be good. Also if it is something my parents never told me." Bloom replied. "Do you think that your parents... Sorry, I forgot."

"It's fine." Melissa assured her. "I get asked that a lot. Especially by people who should know better."

Flashback

Jeremy was driving the car, with Melissa in the passenger's seat. "So, what magic did your parents have?" He asked.

"I don't know. Probably the same as mine. Though, is magic 'type' genetic, or... Anyway, my father must have been a Specialist." Melissa replied.

"What is your magic, anyway? I never quite figured that out." Jeremy said, glancing at Melissa.

"It's funny you ask. I have my powers, and some sort of special ability." Melissa chuckled. "If I want, I can read people's minds, and/ or show what I am thinking, or memories, to someone if I touch them." She looked at her feet, having shed her tennis-shoes and socks. "And my magic is emotion and wind. Weird. I never thought about it before, but when I get over emotional, then the wind goes crazy. My teachers say that I am strong without the emotion, too, but I just don't see it."

Jeremy smiled. "Yeah, I remember the tournament that you fairies had. It was just you and Bloom in the end. Didn't it end in a tie?"

"Mmhmm." Melissa answered. "I think it was around midnight when Ms.G called it." She put her head on the window, and got a look in her eyes that said she was thinking.

"Your parents must have been extremely powerful." Jeremy put a hand on her shoulder. "I am glad you're my roommate, Mel." He said, but she had fallen asleep.

End Flashback

The next morning, Bloom woke-up to see Melissa asleep on the other side of the cell, with her head on the wall.

"Well, well, well. you're finally awake. Now we just have to wait for the other one." Mason said.

"What the heck do you want?" Bloom almost yelled.

"I just want to finish what I started yesterday." Mason replied.

At the sound of his voice Melissa woke up, jumped, again with searing pain, and went over near Bloom. "What Is up with you?" she yelled.

"I am going to finish what I started yesterday." Mason said, annoyed. "You two are..."

The door slammed open. "MASON!" The woman who had just come in almost screamed.

Bloom stiffened. "Icy." She whispered.

Melissa had heard horrible stories of the Trix. Especially this Icy.

Icy kept yelling. "Mason! We have trouble!"

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In the next chapter, there will be swiching off between places. Indicated with a simple: With (Person(s)) in (Place)