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Purple Silver Buzzer
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I crawl out of the heap of garbage and stumble home. I hear my mom in the living room and quickly try to sneak past her. It's better if I don't have to explain how I look right now. I'm not sure if I want to involve her in any of this.
At least not until I'm sure what exactly happened. Maybe I should try to train my power - maybe trying to use it from further away. That stoned guy might make a good test subject as long as I could avoid the other two. Those three can't be together all the time.
But before I do any of this I need a bath. As I reach the top of the stairs I hear my mother downstairs.
>"Hey! What's this! Don't I even get a 'Hi, I'm home anymore."
"Euhm - Sorry mom, I didn't notice you." - I try to turn my face, so she doesn't see the bruises from down there.
>"Well I let your friend in earlier - he's probably still waiting in your room for you."
I guess Chris has found a safe hiding place for all his important documents and is now using my internet, so that the government can't trace his visits to various conspiracy forums directly back to him or something.
"Oh - Ok, I have to take a bath first."
>"... everything OK?"
"Yes... - euhm yes... just... the meteor hunt got a bit messy today..."
I slip out of her line of sight and into the bathroom before she can ask any more questions. Throwing my dirty clothes into a corner, I start letting in hot water and examine my swollen eye in the mirror. I don't think Chris'll mind waiting a bit longer and this little pause also gives me some time to think of what has happened since yesterday or whether i want to let some parts out for now.
Knowing him he'd probably be the only one who'd believe me and I could be pretty sure that he'd not run to the police or even to a news station, if I'd ask him. On the other hand he would probably post it anonymously on one of his forums and that might attract some unwanted attention.
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