GBVE: Rachelle Chase

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The topic: “A young woman confronts her parents after discovering she has inherited telekinetic powers.”
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“Come on, Cassie, help me. I have an appointment with my parents in …” Brenda glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her bed. “… 37 minutes.” She chewed her lower lip and let her gaze circle the room, seeking the perfect object.

“You made an appointment to talk to your parents?”

“Yeah …” The Ficus tree? No. Too … ordinary.

“Brenda, kids do not make appointments to talk to their parents.”

“Maybe you don’t, but Bob and Mary insist on it.” What about her computer? No, her parents would probably freak out. Rule #61: Expensive gadgets are to be revered in direct proportion to their cost. At $4,396.53, Brenda was lucky she was allowed to use her computer.

“You call your parents ‘Bob’ and ‘Mary’?”

Brenda whipped her gaze to her new friend. If she weren’t in the middle of something really important, she’d find Cassie’s bulging eyes comical. “Cassie, are you going to help me or not?”

Cassie’s flat chest heaved dramatically. “All right.”

“Good. Now, I need to find something that’ll impress them.” Brenda turned back to her search. “Hey, what do you think of this?” She climbed on top of her desk, being careful not to touch her computer lest it topple to the floor and land her on restriction for sixty months. She unhooked the mobile hanging from the ceiling and laid it flat on the desk. “Making this rise, so that the planets align before their eyes, well, that would be impressive.”

Cassie snorted. “A total waste of your telekinetic abilities.”

Brenda frowned. “Well then, you suggest something.”

“How about your drum set? You said your mother hates it. You could send it flying to the dumpster.”

“Very funny.” But, Cassie had a point. Her mother wouldn’t mind if she broke Rule #61 with the drum set.

“Just pick something, Brenda. Seeing anything rise by itself will be impressive.”

“Okay. I’ll go with the drums.” Brenda stared at the drums. Rise … Rise … Rise … R—

“Nothing’s happening.”

“Shhhhh.”

“Okay, okay.”

Brenda fixated on the snare drum. She squinted and held her breath. Rise … Rise … R—

Cassie giggled. “You look like you’re constipated.”

Brenda turned to glare at her friend.

“Sorry.”

Brenda turned back to the drums. Maybe the cymbal would be a better focal point.

“Tabitha on Bewitched used to twitch her nose.”

“I am not going to twitch my nose!”

“Okay.”

Brenda stared at the cymbals. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the nerves that Cassie had disturbed. She had to focus … focus … Okay. She felt calm and focused. Now … Rise …

“Um. Excuse me.”

Brenda closed her eyes and took big gulps of air. “What?”

“I was thinking … maybe the mobile would be better, after all. It’s lighter.”

Anger billowed in her stomach. “I want to move something that my parents will know I moved. So I am going to move the stupid drums! Now, be quiet!”

Cassie was silent.

Brenda glared at the drums. RISE! … RISE! … RISE! …RI—

The crash of glass breaking reached her ears seconds before she heard her mother’s shriek. “Oh my God! My Lalique crystal!”

“Oh no …” Brenda whispered.

“Do you want me to go downstairs and tell Mary you ‘moved’ her crystal?”

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Find out more about Rachelle Chase’s romantic comedies and erotic romance at http://rachellechase.com. Her latest release, Out of Control, is a novella in the fabulously-covered 😉 Red Sage Secrets 13, and her first two single titles will be released by Kensington Aphrodisia in 2007.