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A Different Life: Part Thirteen

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Author's Note: Yes, I know I said that I wouldn't be able to send in an article this week. My Grandmother was nice enough to let me get access to the Internet. It's all because of her.

I never slept more in my entire life. I felt so rested. Summer, Natasha, Jasmine and Carrie had already left. My door opened.

"Sadie, we need to go to Caleb's scout meeting," Mom said as she walked over to my bed and started to play with my hair.

"Do I have to?"

"I think you'll greatly appreciate it." She smiled and then added, "Make sure you get dressed and not wear you sweats this time." Mom closed the door and her footsteps lead me to believe she went to go tell Bailee to get ready.

I sighed as I walked over to my closet, rejecting each outfit. Skirts. Dresses. Do I have any jeans?

I walked over to my dresser, opening every drawer. Yes. I picked up the dark blue jeans. I set them on my bed on my way to the closet again to find not a T-Shirt as I usually wear, but a nice, dressy shirt.

Hot pink, and bright is the shirt I came across. It looked like a tuxedo, at least the ruffles did. It was a little low, so I grabbed a chocolate brown tank to put it under.

After I got dressed a walked over to the bathroom, that all of us girls share. It was shut. I banged loudly on the door.

"Bailee! Open the door!"

"I'm not Bailee," the voice called.

"Fine, Harmony, open the door!"

"Jaycie? You're in there?"

The door swung open. "Yeah, it's me got a problem with me in the bathroom Bai-Sadie?"

"Geez Jay. No need to yell," I said as I slipped past her open the drawer underneath the sink to get my crimper.

"No, I was just surprised that you-of all people-would be using the bathroom for make-up and hair."

"Speaking for yourself."

"Hey! I heard that Caleb's friend, Joseph's older brother, Hal would be there."

"Oh so you do have a boyfriend."

"Do not."

"Said so yourself."

"Never mind about me, what about you?"

"What about me?" I asked making the crimper go down my long hair, crimping along the way.

"Why are you doing your hair in something else then a ponytail, and putting mascara on," she said pointing to my now done hair, and my black eyelashes.

"Mom said."


"Really! Mom said that I should."

"What? Oh, I bet she got The Mom Feeling," said Jaycie rolling her eyes.

"The Mom Feeling?"

"Yeah, The Mom Feeling. You know," she sighed. "Remember the night that Justin dressed up for that dance he met Cammie."

I nodded.

"Mom had that feeling that Justin would met the woman of his dreams so she told him to dress up for the dance."

"Oh, so you think Mom had that same feeling?"

She nodded.


I knelled down on my knees, begging in front of Jaycie.

"Geez Sad. It's illegal any way . . . I think. No sweat just do what Mom says." She left the room.

How am I going to do this? I can't let this happen . . . I have a plan. __________________________________________________________________________________________________

The car ride to-wherever Caleb's thing is-was really long, at least according to me.

The car stopped and we all got out of the car. And that's when I think I saw an angel.

He glowed. His smile was bright, and happy with is pure white teeth. His blue eyes looked over at me, and he stopped. I felt like we where talking to each other, without moving our lips. I could have just stayed there if I hadn't found myself walking towards him grabbing the swing next to him.

"Hey," he said, his voice like an angels.

"Hello," I replied feeling very stupid.

"Sadie, it's been long."

Alarms went off in my head.

"Is your name James?" I asked.

"No, why would you think that? Sadie, it's me Derek."

"Derek? I don't know a Derek."

Derek(?) sighed.

"I'm your, well used to be, next door neighbor. Sadie, I know you have powers. I know Charlie betrayed you. I know you don't know where your real parents are, I know that you have begun a different life."

Derek, Derek, Derek! Derek! I know Derek, my old next door neighbor, my only friend in kindergarten, my only friend who had powers that didn't betray me.

"Derek, I remember now. How do you know all these things? I thought that you only can make weather."

"I grew another power after Kelsey and I left to go to Avery, I mean Mom's house after my actual mom died."

"Oh yeah, Kendra died-your mom. I remember going to her funeral and running with you afterwards and crying together."

"Yeah, that was a tough time. Apparently Dad knew Mom was going to die somehow so he was cheating on her. He married Avery after we all moved in. I felt like I was going behind Mom's back."

I sighed, "Do you have to call Avery mom?" I don't need to use my plan now, I'm liking this.

"Yeah," he said looking in my eyes. "Your eyes have gotten more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Whatever Derek," I said embarrassed. I decided to tell Derek about my powers, "Derek there's something I have to tell you."

"You have a boyfriend."

"No, it's about my powers. I can't read minds anymore, and I can't see the future either."

Derek looked like tons of emotions running into each other on his face, "Wh-wh-what?"

"Powers. Gone. None."

"You're saying that you are normal now?"

I nodded.

"What happened?" he asked his tone demanding.

"Charlie, one of his gang members put a needle through me and toke my powers away, he worked for the government Derek. I don't know if I can even be with you. James keeps following me, maybe even following Summer, Natasha, Carrie and Jasmine. I can't let that happen. I can't have anything happen to you Derek," I cried with warm tears sweating down my face.

"Sadie, why do you care what happens to me?" he asked, trying to make himself look strong.

"Derek. I love you. I have always have."

"Me too Sadie. Me too."

We got off the swings and sat on a hill, it was darker now, so we could see the sunset. Derek put his arms around me and hugged me. I did the same.

"I will promise you something Sadie," Derek whispered in my ear. "I'll get your powers back for you even if it's the last thing I do."


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