Flight

"You can't come, Gia, and that's final!"

Gianna Venditti glared at the people who stood before her sick bed, giving her orders all because they were "older." There was a reason God didn't bestow on her superpowers; otherwise, they would all be history.

She turned her face to the side so she didn't see them, instead taking in her beautiful room, which she could never get tired of being proud of because she had decorated it herself.

The first thing anyone would notice is the cream-colored rugs, then the light pink curtains, not to mention the lovely couch she rarely uses for fear of it getting stained.

Her eyes falling on the couch, she leered at him angrily, munching on the chocolates that Teresa, her maid, had gotten her.

"Don't put dirt on that couch, Aaron!" She leered at him, bristling the more when he instead placed his booth on top, daring her to do her worst. "Sei cos fastidioso!" —You're so annoying—

Axel, her adopted brother but the closest to her in her small, loving family, n