Everchange prt 2

prt 2

"How was the interview?" my sister asked, digging her spoon into the tub of ice cream on my lap. 

"Fell and hit my head on the concrete." I said, moving over so she could watch Supernatural with me. She picked up the PS3 controller and changed it to Ugly Betty. "Gonna go back tomorrow. Oh Remind me to wear flat shoes."

"You slipped because of the heels?" Roanne gave me a judgemental look. She was not big on heels, the highest she wore were two to three inches. I dabbled between four to six, and today was a rather moderate five incher.

"I slipped because some dude knocked me off my heels."

She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, smacking her lips as on the ice cream. "Did you kick his ass?"

"Accident." I said, looking at the side of the carton. Pineapple Passionfruit sorbeit. "Where did we get this?"

"Asian Market. Got Siopao too." she dug her spoon into the pastel pink and yellow mixture. 

We lay on a couch cushion on the kitchen floor, watching episode after episode of Ugly Betty. 

"Jules Verne." 

"Yeah, Rose Bud?" We finished off the tub, and lay there in the dark. Roanne looked at me, rubbing her back and neck.

"Those ads for Governor Archwood are getting scary." she made a face. Roanne, seventeen and going to her senior year of highschool, was a metahuman. Hell, it was slowly becoming regular occurrence, the numbers have been steadily growing. 

There used to be none, then the past twenty years, at least 3 out of every thousand kid in the U.S. had meta-abilities. Could be from pollutants, and the human race slowly evolving to survive our shitty environment. Vicious circle, yeah.

Roanne's powers was something to do with light and illusions. She mainly did little things, and never did anything outside the house. At the moment, she was making neon butterflies dances across her finger tips.

"He's calling for "mutants" to be registered and have chips under their skin like dogs and cats." she sat up, crossing her legs and concentrating on the butterflies. "They raided a school and found a bunch of Metas. They were just kids and they had them put in trucks and sent off like.... to detention centers."

"....We can flit if it gets too hot." I said carefully. "You can mom can go with Linden. He knows people." 

"Jules..." The butterflies were shaking now. They splintered, and formed into spiders. Roanne shook and smacked at the neon puffs of smoke. 

"I just want to finish highschool and go to college," she looked at her hands. My younger sister, seventeen to my twenty-two, had her shit together. She had a plan, she had dreams, and her powers were under her pure control. Roanne never messed up, and so far no one knew about her powers except me, our mother, and our brother, Linden. 

"Then just do it." I saw up,playing with my hair. I changed my black thick curls, into tight purple ringlets. I tugged on certain sections and turned them neon aqua, giving myself weird glow in the dark streaks. "He's proposing the same thing with the Japanese interment camps and blind searches. They don't have the power or technology to sort out metas from plains. We'll be cool."

"Are you staying up late?" Roanne closed her hands, her face inches from my own.

"I feel like baking." I said, licking my fingers. "Cookies or do we want to use the left over ice cream for bread?"

"What?" Roanne's brow furrrowed. 

"Learned a recipe from youtube." I got up. "We can also do macaroons."

Roanne frowned at what I was saying. She turned on the lights and I flipped my hair back. The tight rings fell apart, and changed back to my natural black waves. 

"Macaroons?" she began pulling out bowls. 

"Fluffy almond egg cookies." I said, getting out the old mixer. "Whatever we don't want I can bring into the school tomorrow. You can too." 

Roanne pulled out her phone, searching for recipes. "How do you spell macaroon?"