Made with Magic

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl with telekinesis tries to control her power just as she is struggling with a crush. She goes through problems as she loses control of her power.

Submitted: March 15, 2017

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Submitted: March 15, 2017



I didn’t mean to kill her. All I did was look at her throat, and she just started choking. I never noticed my power until this very moment. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but I was only 12 years old. I’m 14 now, and I have learned how to control my ‘powers’. I learned what I had, it is called telekinesis. It is when you can move objects with your mind. I can also squeeze things, like oranges. I always hide my telekinesis during school, people would call me a freak if they found out. They would think I am a witch or something, and that's what I thought when I first found out. Nobody knows about it, not even my parents.

My alarm clock rang as loud as possible when I woke up. I imagined the button pressing down, and the alarm clock stopped. I sat up and concentrated really hard on the closet door opening. I was working on heavier objects. It cracked open. I had to get up to open the door, I was already starting to sweat trying. I moved my hand up to my favorite top, and imagined it moving into my hand. It didn’t budge. I grabbed it off the hanger. I imagined my glasses lifting and the bridge going on top of my nose. They shook a little bit before lifting and slowly going up to my face. I readjusted them, making them fit just right.

I was finally dressed, when I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my backpack and sat outside waiting for the bus. Aiden walked out of his fenced yard and sat next to me.

 “Hey Maggie,” he said “how’s it going?” he asked me. It was really nice for him to talk to me, we used to be really good friends.

 “How’s what…” I stopped myself “ohh, the telekinesis thing. It didn’t work.” I lied.

 “Oh, cool…” he sounded so disappointed “oh, the bus is here..” he looked away from me like he was embarrassed that he was talking to me. I felt bad because I have a small crush on him. Okay, it’s not that small.

We hopped on the bus and made our way to the school. It took about 2 hours, but I just kept on practicing opening the window on the side of the bus. When it opened, everyone freaked out. Aiden looked at me and smiled. He winked at me and turned around. There was chat about the bus driver being a wizard and all day, but Aiden and I knew there wasn’t a wizard, nobody was a wizard. It was me.

 My pencil rolled across my desk and fell to the ground. It was so quiet that I could hear it hit the ground. Everyone looked at it. I felt like all attention was on me. I got a new pencil out of my desk and everyone went back to their work. Aiden was still staring at me as I put my hand out and the pencil floated into my hand. I looked back, taking a glance at Aiden’s sea blue eyes. He looked back at me.

 During lunch, Aiden walked up to me with a huge grin. All of his friends were staring at him because he had ditched his table.

 “You lied?’ his expression turned into a frustrated look, like he had been betrayed.

 “Maybe a bit…” I responded, no way of getting out of this one.

 “That is so funny!” he started laughing, “You are so cool!” he patted me on the back

 “I- oh, thanks..” I really got the jitters. I cannot believe that I lied so easily. To him. Aiden. My crush.

 “What’s wrong, Mag?” he asked me like I was his best friend.

 “Ever-” I noticed I shouldn’t tell him “Nothing. Nothing is wrong.”

 He gave me his confused look, “You sure? I don’t want to see you all sad,”

 “I promise I’m fine.” he was getting on my nerves now.

 “Why are you acting up?” he asked me like he was concerned, but it was obvious he wasn’t “Tell me, you can tell me anything.”

 I got out of my seat quickly and he came up with me.

 “I’m fine!” I shouted,everyone looked at me “You don’t need to be concerned about everything! You are obviously just trying to be nice!” I grabbed my mashed potatoes and threw them at him. He dodged them and they flew onto my teacher’s new shirt. Her face turned bright red.

 “Margaret, you are going to the principal's office now.” she said my actual name. I can’t believe Aiden just heard this. I knocked the table over and all the trays fell onto the kids on the other side of the table. They all screamed as their lunches came tumbling towards them. I stormed out of the room.


“Honey?” my mom asked me when I got home, “What did you do at school today? Your teacher emailed me and told me to talk to you-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her

“Well I want to”

“Well I don’t, so leave me alone” my feelings were piling up into a huge skyscraper. I clenched my fists. I stomped up the stairs and threw open the door. I slammed it behind me and ran to my bed.

I started punching my pillow as I cried all my fears away. This had never happened to me before. Maybe this is because I am a teenager, or something else. I’m sticking with puberty.

“I feel like we need to see you,” I heard my mom say, she was on the phone, “yes, uh huh, her teacher told me she needs a counselor. Yes. Thank you. Harper. Yes, it would be lovely to meet her, thank you.” Harper. Sounds nice. Counselor, not so nice. I am going to get a counselor. And my teacher told my mom I need one. Thanks a lot, teach.. Er.


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