Hey, Beta here with an all new OGC chapter! Don't have much to say about it, but I do hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own OGC.

I twirl my braided hair around with my finger as I walk through the park. Something tells me that I'll find Lisa here. Well, actually, Marcus told me she was here. I spot her sitting on a park bench.

"Hey Lisa," I say, walking up to her. "Mind if I sit?"

She looks up at me. "No, I suppose."

I sit down. I'd say that this is more awkward than when I was with Jules, but at least Lisa isn't giving me the death glare. In fact, she's not looking at me at all. She's slightly distracted.

"So, what's up?"

Lisa blinks. "You mean with me? Oh, nothing really."

Slightly distracted is an understatement. Lisa Heffenbacher is definitely the full deal.

I try again. "Can I—um—talk to you? Like, right now? It's kind of important."

"Um…okay…" I can tell that talking to me wasn't on her to-do list for today. Or tomorrow. Or, I don't know, ever again.

I clear my throat. "Well, you see, I came here to apologize for what happen. You know, with Jules and Keith and Jessica and yelling at you. I really shouldn't have done that. Overall, I shouldn't have messed with you guys and your relationships. Friendships, romance, I should have left it all alone. I feel really bad about breaking you and Hector up, even though I was the one who got you two together in the first place."

Lisa, who was absentmindedly nodding her head throughout all of this, stops and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Broke us up? We had only just got together moments before the fight. Hector and I didn't break up. In fact, I'm waiting for him right now. We're supposed to play Frisbee together again when he's done with diner duty."

Wait, what? How is that even possible? Why would Hector and Lisa play Frisbee again after what happened last time? The park dogs are not friendly.

"And I'm not mad at you," Lisa continues. "Sure you messed up…really badly…but don't we all? The important thing is that you've realized your actions, learned from you mistakes, and promised yourself that it's never going to happen again...it's not going to happen again, right?"

I smile. "Gee, I hope not."

"Good." Lisa smiles back at me. "But I do appreciate the apology. I really don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I honestly didn't think you were going to."

"Right…" Normally I would be insulted by this, but Lisa is just one of those people you can't stay mad at, no matter how hard you try. "Just like how I'd appreciate it if you'd fix your hair a little bit. Your boyfriend's right around the corner and if you're going to be playing Frisbee on your first date, in the very least do it in style."

Lisa playfully pushes me away as I attempted to brush her hair with my fingers. "Uh huh. Bye-bye Karmen. I'll see you later."

"Bye!" I call back.

I feel like a giant weight has been lifted from my chest. Two down, three to go. Hector and Keith will be a piece of cake. It's Jessica who I'm worried about. She was really upset when she left the diner that day, not that I blame her for it or anything. I really hope she accepts my apology.

I check the time. Marcus is supposed to meet me here. I promised him I'd help with that stupid favour of his today. You know, the one I've been holding off since I refuse to help him in any way, shape, or form. Whatever it is, I wish it would hurry up a bit. I'm supposed to have my first training session with Shock today and if Marcus doesn't show up soon then I'm going to be late.

Luckily for me, Marcus is just around the corner. He spots me sitting on the bench and makes his way over to join me.

"Marcus! Whatever it is, make it quick—"

"I like someone."

My eyes widen as I scoot as far away from him as I possibly can without falling off the bench. "No. No, no, no, no. No. Not happening, Barnes!"

Marcus gives me a look of disgust. "It's not you!" he cries.

"I know that!" I snap. It better not be me. Marcus isn't my type. Or age. Or species. "I meant helping you with a girl is not going to happen. Does meddling with the rest of the Electric Company resulting with them hating my guts ring a bell?"

"It's not like that," Marcus insists. "She likes me too."

I snort. That's highly unlikely. No one likes Marcus. Of course, I don't bother saying that because Marcus probably knows what I'm thinking already since I don't try very hard to hide it. "Then what's the problem? You like her, she likes you. I'm not seeing anything wrong with this unless…unless…oh my gosh! Marcus Barnes! You didn't, did you?"

Marcus shrugs. "I think I did. Unless you're thinking what I'm not thinking, in which case I didn't. But I'm pretty sure I did."

I shake my head. "You do realize what this means, right?"

Marcus shakes his head. "Since I don't know if you're thinking what I'm thinking, I only think you're thinking what I'm thinking, it is possible that I am thinking what you are not thinking. In the case that I am not thinking what you are thinking, which is the same as you not thinking what I am thinking, we really need to think about thinking in sync for future thinking."

What? "I was just going to say that Jessica and Francine are going to kill you when they find out what you and Gilda are up to."

"Oh, so you were thinking what I was thinking—"

"Stop that!"

Marcus widens his eyes. "You're not going to tell them, are you?"

"I wasn't planning on it." Telling them would involve physically going over to Francine and talking to her. With my mouth. Clearly Marcus expects way too much from me. "I'm not going to tell them because you're eventually going to have to. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that nothing ever comes easy. It'll all come back and blow up in your face."

"And then what?"

"Then I will laugh. Look, Marcus. There's no way it's going to work unless you join the Pranksters."

"No way! You should join them!"

Me? Join the Pranksters? I know Marcus is joking, but seriously? There is nothing in this world that would ever make me change my mind about them. All Pranksters are creeps. End of discussion.

"You know what? Fine! I'll help you with your Gilda problem! However, if anyone finds out about this, you are leaving me out of everything! The last thing I want is for the Electric Company to get mad at me for lying to them again, or to have the Pranksters at my throat for operating Grand Theft Gilda behind their backs! Got it?"

Marcus salutes. "Got it!"

The two of us walk to the diner together. That's where I'm supposed to meet Shock. Not sure why Marcus tagged along but I am so tired at yelling at him. Plus—pains me to say this—it's kind of nice having someone to talk to. Even if that someone is an annoying little brat known as Marcus Barnes.

What is happening to me?

"Where have you been?"

My mother's angry voice is the first thing I hear when I enter our apartment hours later. The training session went great and controlling my powers is actually pretty simple. Deep breathing, deep thoughts, deep everything else. After all that focussing and emotions what I really wanted was to take a nice, long nap. Now, knowing that I'm about to get grounded for life, I realize that my nap is going to have to wait. I open my mouth to reply to my mom, then close it. I'm pretty sure she doesn't actually care where I've been. Rhetorical question.

"I said you were grounded!" She continues. "Plain and simple as that! Next thing I know, I see you running around with some little boy! I don't care what you were doing! You need to tell your little friend that you are grounded and march your way back to your room right this instant!"

I narrow my eyes at her. She did not just call Marcus Barnes my friend. It's bad enough that I'm already warming up to the brat! "Okay, first of all that 'little boy' is Marcus and he is not my friend. Secondly, I wouldn't have had to have snuck out in the first place if you had just told me the truth!"

"About what?" my mom asks exasperatedly.

"About wordballs!"

Mom rolls her eyes and adjusts her posture. "I already told you. I know nothing about them. Why can't you just let it go?"

For once she's not biting her hair. Luckily I can tell by the way that she said it—all calmly and proper through her ruby red lips—that she is totally (and unsurprisingly) lying to me. Again.

I sigh. "You're my mom! Why can't you just tell me the truth? I already know that the power doesn't skip generations! If I didn't get it from you then can you at least say so and I can bug Dad instead?!"

My mom gasps. "You have the power? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why do you keep lying to me?"

"I'm trying to protect you!"

"From what, exactly?"

Mom takes a couple deep breaths. I can't tell whether it's to make sure she doesn't lose it or to give her more time to come up with a good explanation. "Look, Honey, I don't want you to be involved in any of the Pranksters/Electric Company nonsense. It goes back much farther than a couple of silly pranks. I'm just trying to protect you."

From what? I read the books Shock gave me. One of them gave a brief history about the Pranksters. For a very short period the Pranksters—who weren't even acknowledged as Pranksters at the time—pulled pranks that were a lot more deadly than humourous. It's no big deal though. It's not like they do that anymore, unless Jules' death glare counts as something. But she's not even a Prankster!

"Mom, you're being ridiculous. I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I want to be a part of the Electric Company!" This is the first time that I have said it out loud and now that I have, I can't help but realize how right it sounds. "I want to be a part of the Electric Company," I repeat, more to myself than anything.

Why did I want to apologize? Because I felt bad for what happened. I wanted my friends back. A small part of me, as selfish as it sounded, wanted them to accept me into their group.

"You can't," Mom replies simply.

"Why not?"

She ignores my question completely. Instead she gets up and sits on the arm of the sofa to face me better. Looking me dead in the eye she says, "Karmen, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I'm telling you right now, joining sides isn't like choosing vampires over werewolves. Joining sides is a commitment."

I roll my eyes. If I can commit to having one crush at a time, I'm pretty sure I can commit to that. Being a part of the Electric Company, I mean. I'm not even going to comment on the vampire/werewolf thing. That's just Mom trying way too hard to relate to me and stay modern.

"Mom, I don't get what the big deal is. I'm learning how to control my powers. Shock is teaching me! You should be happy that I'm not begging you to join the Pranksters!"

"At least if it were the Pranksters I'd be able to convince you otherwise!"

"How? You know nothing about the Pranksters or the Electric Company. You even said so yourself! You don't know anything at all! Not a single story to tell! So why can't you just leave me alone?!" I'm lying to her. I know that she knows more than she's letting on. But saying those things were enough to make her completely lose it. Enough to get her to flick her wrist, showing me the truth about herself.

It shouldn't have surprised me. Really, it shouldn't have. If it were Dad who had the power then Mom wouldn't make that big a deal out of it.

But, to be honest, it wasn't so much the fact that she produced the wordball than it was the colour of the wordball she produced.

I gasp and take a few too many steps backward, hitting the wall in the process. I hardly feel it though.

"You're a-a-a-"

I don't even have to finish my sentence. By the time I snap out of it and Mom's thrown her purple wordball at wall it's pretty obvious what she is. What I don't want to be.

A Prankster.

Ooooh DRAMA. I swear drama is, like, my new favourite word. It's so...dramatic.

Till next time, PEACE OUT!

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