The vase floated across the living room, glinting in the sunlight that filtered through the net curtains.
"What the...?" Meg's mouth hung open; I couldn't decide whether I wanted to throw something in there or not. Like a Wotsit.
The vase did a loop the loop, slopping water and carnations everywhere, then stopped right above her head. Biting my cheek, I had to turn to stop from laughing at her stupid face. This was her own fault for not believing me, I had to prove her wrong, didn't I?
"Stop it, don't hurt her.” I whispered.
“What did you say?" Meg stares at me, she looks like she's about to cry. Her voice is all wobbly and weird. The glass vase floats down to the coffee table and comes to rest.
"Believe me now, Megan?" I can't help smiling, I wish I'd grabbed my phone from the kitchen so I can take a picture.
"You're cheating. You have to be." Megan is off the chair now, hands on hips - doing that stupid pouty face. "There's no way you can move stuff." I'll show her.
"How about I spin you around?" A quick glance to my right and I'm good to go. Flick of the finger and Meg is in the air. Round and round she goes. This'll teach her to tell everyone I'm a freak.
"You gonna tell everyone about this then Megs?" Sneering really isn't my forte, I sound ridiculous. "Or should I drop you on your head?" It's so hard to keep serious, she looks absurd hanging upside down.
"NO! Please stop. I won't tell anyone anything."
She's crying now. I feel a little bad, I only wanted her to leave me alone.
"Let me down and I'll never come near you again." Her face is red from being upended. "I won't steal your lunch, or pull your hair, or anything."
Yeah. Now I don't feel so bad. I feel my face flush and clench my fists. Megan is a bully. She's made my life hell for five years.
"Please...!"
I take a deep breath. "Fine. One more cartwheel and we're done." No point losing my temper. I'll be as bad as her. Her feet touch the floor, and she sobs. Perfect Megan, pale as milk, mascara running down her face, hair all frizzy.
She scrambles for the door, and she's gone. I hope I never see her again. Looking to my right, Max is laughing his head off. Literately.
"Pick your bloody head up Max, you know it freaks me out. Wanna watch some TV?"
See, when I told Megan I had powers, I didn't mean telekinesis.
My best friend, Max, is a poltergeist.
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