But her attention lapsed, and Mr. Bear drifted into dangerous territory.
It soon encountered a light socket.
Soon, the entire kitchen was ablaze. Since it was outdoors, it didn't matter that much, and the fire department quickly put it out.
But that was when the scolding began.
"Honey, it's great that you have all these cool telekinetic powers and everything, but we just can't have our beds and everything catching fire whenever you use them. You're going to need to control them a little better."
Unfortunately, nothing changed.
Social: I just read about something in the paper. There's a place called "Xavier's School for Gifted Mutants. It's for telepaths and other people. I think Floursack needs to enroll at that school.
Brandon (reading paper): But honey! It's a thousand dollars to enroll!
Social: We'll get a loan. I'll get a job so we can pay for it. Look. They're even hiring at the Handy Stop on Second Avenue!
Floursack: I can't believe it! They're sending me to a mutant school! I'm not a mutant!...I'm a bag of flour!
She went to bed, her mind whirling with emotion.
Floursack grew older, looking more and more like a young lady.
Her thirteenth birthday was rather uneventful, and not as exciting as she would have liked.
It was a sign of the beginning of her awkward teenage years.
She had aged more quickly than other children, but she kept her old friends and played the same immature games together.
In her underwear.
The child screamed as heat seared the palms of her hands. The game was "red hands," but Trina now had a scar the shape of a flour bag etched into her palm. She never came to visit again.
In the days following the incident, she tried to have fun without her.
She soon became reclusive, sulking and playing video games to all hours of the night.