Twisted Fates
she grumbled.
Mandy winked at her as she carried the portion which was in a tall glass to her. “I understand. You’re a special one, C. I knew it when I set my eyes on you.”
Clarissa rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to hate the term, ‘special’, I want to be normal.”
“There is no fun being normal. It’s a bore, trust me. I used to think being like other kids around the block would be nice, but I have thought against it. They would literally sell their left breasts to have the type of powers I possess,” Mandy bragged.