April showers bring may powers. Part 6

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Little Lisa wasn't so little anymore.

She was wearing bras. She was kissing boys. And she was dealing with all of the traumas that high school life created.

"What's in that little vile around your neck," some snide boy asked her during a chemistry lab.

"Oh that? It's just some water from a the Pacific Ocean," she lied. "My grandma took me when I was seven."

Walking through the halls one day, a girl said to her, "You always have that freaky little bottle around your neck. Is it holy water?" she laughed. "Do you hunt vampires."

"Loopy Lisa's little vile of human plasma!"

"... that freaky girl with the monkey piss..."

"It's vodka. She's an alcoholic."

It was the taunting and the taunters that made Lisa want to open her little bottle the most. Release a tiny drop of rainwater onto her skin. Send her through the air to a much safer place like her bed.

But she only used her skill when it was absolutely necessary. That's what Grandma had taught her to do.

That vile kept Lisa from being tardy to school on several occasions. It saved her from a bad car wreck once. It even saved her mother money on airfare when they traveled.

Not everyone poked at Lisa for her little bottle. Most people thought it was cute. Bohemian even.



[The Queen was interrupted while typing the posting and was unable to finish.]