I cough. "My parents had a lot of money...one of the other things I didn't like about them." I frown, and pick up some fragments of a smashed vase.
"There should be some rooms upstairs. Don't go in the one with the white door. That's my room." I say, then start to clean up the house.
I wipe the kitchen counters and put away the dishes. I walk upstairs, then enter my room. It is a mess. Books are everywhere, and my fishbowl is smashed. I gasp. "What on earth?" I cry, and bend down, looking at my used-to-be fish.
"I...I have no idea. But my room has been ransacked!" I cry. "And my fish is dead...I've had him for 10 years..." I sniff, and start to pick up the glass.
"Oh no!" I say as I run towards the scene. I give my new friend a tissue. "I declare whoever did this is going down! But maybe we should make a funereal for the little guy." I say staring at the dead fish.
"Thank you." I finish with the glass and toss the fish out the open window.
"I wonder who did this...." I say as I fill my many bookshelves with books again.
I freeze his underside. He is trapped in a block of ice.
"Cindra, I haven't murdered at all. It seems fun. Have you done it? I'd like to right now." I say in a sinister tone.
As I see the robber he points a pistol at me. "I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice!" I yell. My hands glow green so do my feet my eyes glow green as I use my telekinesis to lift up the robber over the cliff and took his sack full of stolen goods away. He shrieks obviously scared. "Now hand over the loot! Or you can say goodbye to life as you know it!" I yell at him. I get so mad by hair go's on fire.