Stacy put her long red firery hair up into a high pony tail, she put on a pair of black leggings, and a purple tshirt with her white shoes and headed out to meet her grandmother in the barn for some training. There was a lot Stacy needed to figure out, and learn as she had different powers than her grandmother she needed to figure out what powers she had beyond that as well, everything started with training though.
Diana was waiting for her she had on mud boots and jeans and a jacket, her long brown hair was in a bun and her eyes glistened she smiled as soon as she seen Stacy and she couldn't wait to teach her all the things she knew and try and help her figure out everything. She waited for her to come closer and finally spoke "I know that you have a long path ahead of you child. You will do great things I believe in you. Now we shall begin with a short, but difficult spell as it takes a lot of focus." Stacy nodded and her grandmother raised her right hand up "Potron
I am so sorry for such a long wait but i had a death in my family and it hit me pretty hard. but i am back and will be doing a chapter or more a day
Stacy had a very troubling childhood, from the start her father didn't want her. All along she knew she was unloved by her father, but things only got worse after her father got re married, her new stepmother Kelly was a evil lady who unloved and despised her the most. Kelly had two other children who like their mother hated Stacy as well, Brandon and Shelby were both older than Stacy and they picked on her every chance they got. Stacy underwent torture not just from her step sibling, stepmother, but also her father even though he was barely there when he was it was hell for her.She finds out shes got powers throughout her hardest day but where did it come from? What is she? Once she gets older, she realizes her real mother had brain washed her and gotten in between her and the man she loves causing chaos between them, and he lashes it out at her. How can she ever get through this all?
Stacy's mother Dixie loved her husband Kenneth very much, she had one child already named Spencer who wasn't from Kenneth, Spencer was very excited to meet her sister in just a couple months. Although Kenny wasn't much of a kid person, he never really wanted Stacy, one night he was getting on Spencer and Dixie walked in when Kenneth was getting out his belt to hit the little girl, Spencer with her blonde hair blue eyes pale white skin was in a corner crying."Ken what the hell are you doing!?" Dixie screamed afraid of what he might do to Spencer her little girl who she would do anything to protect her."She was being bad, breaking things she needs a punishment. Now get out before you get one too." Kenneth said with rage in his brown eyes, as if there were fire in his eyes, gripping his belt in his muscular hands he was tall about 5ft 9in he towered over Dixie his dark hair at this moment made him
Stacy had been with her father since he had taken her that night, for five years her mother didn't know where she was, and when she signed the divorce papers her lawyer tricked her into signing custody over to Ken. Over the five years she hadn't seen her mom her dad had gotten re-married to Kelly a blonde permed blue-eyed woman with two kids of her own Brandon and Shelby which were about three and four years older than Stacy, and they didn't really like Stacy. Shelby and Stacy had to share a room which made it hell for Stacy since she was older, so Stacy had to listen to her, and she liked to pick on Stacy. She wanted to be the youngest and the favorite, there was no way that Stacy was taking that away from her, plus she wanted her own room.Kelly hated Stacy when Stacy would miss behave, she would make Stacy eat hot peppers, and would make her go back to the room and lay in bed. Sometimes she did it just for fun, or because her kids told
Dixie since Ken had left her had moved back with her parents and Spencer, she didn't know signing those papers had signed Ken most of the rights to Stacy, which was the last child that she could have they had to tie her tubes when she had Stacy with the complications of the birth the Dr had thought it was best since she almost died. She only has two kids Spencer and Stacy her two babygirls she wouldn't just let him get away with taking her away from her. His family had money well Kelly's did and she was helping make sure Dixie never seen her again. Why she had no clue. Ken had never really wanted Stacy in the first place and he didn't like kids, but now it was just about taking her away from Dixie.. Her parents were helping her find a Private investigator to see where she was at if she could find Stacy, there would be hope to get her back, to save her. It of course wasn't a cheap, and the funds were running low, but she couldn't give up now. Th
Dixie had finally got some news about where Stacy had been. She was in Des Mondes, South Dakota six hours from her, she had just started kindergarten this year. Dixie had already missed so much, Stacy's first step, her first word, crawling, and her first year of school. Dixie hoped that Ken and his new wife were treating her little girl good, better than he had ever her. She hoped she would see her little girl soon. She had called the lawyer to tell him what the personal investigator had told her, to see if he had any news on if she could visit or not. "Timothy, they found her! She's in Des Mondes, have you received the order for visitation rights for me to go see her? Spencer, my parents and I would love to go see her." Dixie said cheerfully over the phone to her lawyer.Timothy finally had some good news for her "I was going to call you, you see, I've known where she was for a couple months, but Mr. Mace's attorney hasn't made it too easy to get you visita
It was Tuesday Stacy had woken up knowing her step sister told on her, and that she was still in trouble for breaking the cup. She sighed, stretching and climbing down the bunk bed her step sister of course had already been awake. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go, she wasn't social in kindergarten, she was afraid they would pick on her like her family did. She stuck to herself. She got dressed in old baggy hand-me-down clothes, an old pink shirt that had a couple holes in it, and pants that were a little too big. She tied her curly long red hair up into a ponytail, and made her way to the kitchen. She had to do everything herself, she knew they wouldn't leave any breakfast for her so she got her backpack. As soon as she got into the living room Kelly spotted her, outraged already."Well, well you finally woke up.. now get going to school before the bus leaves. I will deal with your punishment when you get home, this is the best punishment yet." Kelly said her voice f
Stacy and Dixie were only an hour away from meeting each other. Dixie had gotten up early and made sure she put on her best blue jeans, and dress shirt, putting on makeup and her hair up nicely. She wanted to look good, impress the person that was going to be watching them while they interacted, that way she had a better chance of getting to see her daughter more frequently. Stacy had gotten up that morning and for the first time she got breakfast, she was the first one to take a shower, putting on her nice new black jeans, purple long sleeve shirt, white tennis shoes everything was new it felt good to finally be in something that wasn't big or had holes in it. She had brushed her hair, once she left the bathroom her dad was waiting for her with a brush and ponytail so he could put her long curly red hair up and then it was finally time to get going. She got into her father's old truck and they left."You will not say anything about me or Kelly
The first weekend they met, Stacy and Dixie got close.. for those few hours each day, for two days, they had played and enjoyed every minute.Dixie, savoring the moments with her daughter..knowing the clock would tick that heart wrenching "Tick!" And the time either daughter would come to an end. Now it was back to "normal". She only could see her mother every other weekend, and two weeks felt like such an eternity."Why couldn't it go by faster?", Stacy thought. She wanted to spend time with her mom, and sister. Kelly didn't like Stacy calling Dixie "Mom"around her."...Did my Mom call?" Stacy had asked Kelly in the morning before school."Do not call her that around me! She isn't "Mom" she is Dixie. My ass has taken you in, and I raised you! She didn't do shit!" Kelly spat and pushedStacy into the dining chair. "If I have to tell you again, you will get punished!" Kelly said she really hated Dixie; she hated Stacy too. Kelly said Stacy was "ungratefu