This choice: You and mom talk. | Go Back Chapter 60: You and mom talk... or least she tries to (ID #1275349) an addition by: Runner ![View runner1240's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author "Lucy..." mom called out to you, seeing you running, crying towards the backyard. You turn around and scream to her. "Its not Lucy! i've had enough of this magic destroying my life!" before mom can respond, you vanish. Hearing your screams, all three of your sistes come rushing out.
"I thought she was comfortable with being a girl..." Mel said.
"It was the test" Hayley said coldly. "In her emotional state, her powers increased to the point that she teleported. Where?"
"we better search for her" mom sighed.
Meanwhile you teleported right in front of a shocked Tim. He dropped the icecream he brought from the mall, now on a chair in front of his pool, and was a third of a way eating it. "What are you doing?" he demanded, just before he saw how destressed you was.
"i've had enough of this stupid magic" you said, subconciously placing your hands to your head. They brush against your heart shaped earings, and you start fumbling to take the out.
"What are you doing?" tim said, slightly concerned.
"i've had enough of being 'Lucy'. Got some scissors?" you said, going inside. Neither Brooke or Catherine was around. tim was torn; he didn't want you as another 'cootie infestes girl' but he could see you wasn't thinking rationally either. "Ummm cuz. While one less cootie brain is a good thing.." he started as you cut off your pigtails, and looked at him as if you wanted his help to trim down your hair. You said, "Have you got anything to wear? I need to get out of this stupid dress..."
"Top drawer" tim said, surprised with himself since he wanted to stay out of this. You smiled as you began pulling off your dress, and put on a pair of his (slightly tight) boardshorts. Tim winced, seeing your slightly puffy chest, plus the fact you're left your discarded clothes all over his room. He was glad he turned away when you had stripped off. "how's the pool?"
"f fine" Tim stammered as you ran out and dived in.
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