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LISA
Three Girls With Extrordinary ESP Powers
by
Ian Berry



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Lisa Published in 2012 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The right of Ian Berry to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
Copyright © 2012 Ian Berry
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One
The wind was blowing my hair all over the place. But that didn’t matter. I was enjoying myself hugely. At a couple of thousand feet up there’s little to stop the wind and anything loose was catching it. I was just standing there happily letting it blow. What was I standing on? Why, nothing, of course. Hang on and I’ll explain from the beginning.
My name is Lisa, and I’m a bit different - I can fly - well, levitate anyway. I’ve always been able to do it. Some people can levitate objects - I can levitate myself. As far as I’m aware, although there are others, I’m the only person I know who can do this, so naturally, to avoid appearing to be different, I’ve kept it a secret. When you’re only eighteen, being different is not an option.
So there I was happily hovering at about a couple of thousand feet, enjoying the wind blowing my hair about when I heard a voice behind me. Twisting myself round in the air I saw - Supergirl!
Of course it couldn’t really be Supergirl, after all she doesn’t actually exist, but for just one moment...
The other girl had to be another girl with the same power to fly as I had. But she was dressed as Supergirl! With her long blonde hair she looked almost exactly like Supergirl. She spoke again.
“I thought I was the only girl around here who could fly. It would seem not.”
She obviously had the same power as me because here we both were, standing on nothing, looking at each other.
“Hi”, she said. “I’m Jody. What’s your name”.
“Lisa”, I stammered. “For just a moment there I thought you were, you know...”
”Supergirl?” Jody laughed gently. “I’ve spent some time trying to look like her. It seems I might have had some success.”
“Where did you get that costume?”
“This? Good isn’t it. Standard fancy dress costume.”
“It’s brilliant.”
Jody said, “I’m new round here. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago. I had no idea there was anyone else like me anywhere close.”
I said I’d never met anyone else with my powers before. I stood in mid air looking at her. But Jody was asking.
“Not got your own costume then?”
“Err - well - actually...
“You have, haven’t you?”
“Ok, yes. I have actually. It’s a fancy dress costume like yours.”
“Not Supergirl? Can’t have two Supergirls.”
“It doesn’t have a name. I wanted a Supergirl but the shop didn’t have one. I’ve thought about flying around wearing it but so far ...”
“Bottled out, ehh? Oh, don’t worry, I only wear this when people can’t actually see me. I don’t let people see me fly anyway. What’s it look like then, this costume? Can I see it?”
I was finding it really easy to talk to Jody. “Yeah. Why not. Got some time to spare?”
“Not planning on doing anything else. Besides, it gets boring just flying around by yourself.”
I could relate to that. “Come on then”, I said, turning downwards and flying towards home. “I live this way”.
We flew in through my bedroom window and settled to the floor. I’d promised to show her my other costume so I fished it out of the back of the wardrobe and laid it out on my bed.
“Hey, not bad,” said Jody. Who’s it supposed to be?”
“Don’t actually know,” I laughed. “I think it’s actually Japanese or something, you know, like Sailor Moon or similar. Probably doesn’t have a name. Turn your back and I’ll put it on.”
She did this, and shortly there were two super heroines standing in my bedroom. The costumes were actually quite similar, having a leotard top, a skirt and a cape. But while Jody’s was the traditional Supergirl red, blue, and yellow, mine was red and white.
“Let’s go for a fly,” Jody said.
“What? Outside? In public?”
“No, silly. Outside, yes, but in public? - not on your life! In the woods. Nobody will see us there.”
We both dived head first though my bedroom window, me first, then Jody. My house is great for this sort of thing, nobody can see you. We flew around in the woods for a while, chasing each other. I decided I liked Jody, perhaps we could be friends, I didn’t have many of those.
After a little while of this we were both a bit out of breath and excited (we might be able to fly but we aren’t really Supergirls) and so we flew back to my bedroom.
“I think I’m going to like being your friend, “ said Jody. “That’s if you’ll have me, of course.”
We sat on the bed and talked for a while about this and that. It turned out that Jody, like me, didn’t have any particular friends. Having to keep her power secret meant that she’d never been particularly close to anybody. It looked like this was about to change for both of us.
Our conversation turned to flying, costumes, and Supergirl.
“If we’re going to fly together we can’t both be Supergirl,” I said. You should be Supergirl, you’ve already got the costume.”
Jody replied, “There’s nothing wrong with your costume. If we think up a name for you, there can be two super-heroines, plenty to go around.”
We spent a few minutes thinking up names. Wondergirl was too much like Wonderwoman so we chucked that one. Finally we got down to two, Powergirl and Ultragirl. I liked Powergirl but Jody liked Ultragirl.
“It’s your costume,” said Jody. “We’ll use what you want. Henceforth you shall be Powergirl.” And so Powergirl was born.
Over the next few weeks Jody and I saw a lot of each other. We had great fun, Supergirl and Powergirl, zooming around in the secluded woods.
One day we were enjoying ourselves playing our game of super-heroines as usual when our flight took us near the river. We’d not gone too near as we could hear other young people messing about near the old tree that overhung the water. There was a large branch which people liked to climb out onto and sit above the water.
As we flitted about just out of sight in the woods we heard a sudden loud crack and a series of screams and cries. We flew as near as we dared and peeped out between the trees. A small girl had climbed out on the branch. The old branch had finally given way and had broken partly away from the tree. The frightened girl had almost been dumped into the water. The branch hadn’t broken entirely, it was still attached to the tree but any sudden movement by the girl or any rescue attempt from the bank would make it fall into the river.
“Help, help! I can’t swim,” cried the girl.
“We have to help,” I said urgently to Jody.
“We can’t let people see us flying,” said Jody.
Then I had an idea. “They won’t see us. Look at us. They’ll see Supergirl and Powergirl. Neither of us actually exists, if you see what I mean. Who’ll believe a load of kids?”
Jody agreed, a bit dubiously, but she agreed. We rose above the trees so it wouldn’t seem as if we’d been in the wood all the time.
Arms extended, we flew headfirst to the river and the old tree. It felt very scary to be flying in public, especially in the super costume. I had a moment to think about how Jody must be feeling. The thought was only momentary, however, as we were quickly on the scene. We each took an arm of the girl and lifted her off the branch. Flying with her to the bank, we landed beside her incredulous friends, lowered her to the ground and immediately rose into the air again and flew off over the treetops.
We landed deep in the wood, well out of sight of the river. Deciding that enough was enough for today, we returned home.
Next morning Mum and I were having breakfast together. She said, “Have you heard about the story going round that a young child was rescued from the river by Supergirl and another flying girl yesterday?”
I managed to look surprised. “No, that can’t be right, can it?”
Mum looked at me closely. “You can still levitate, can’t you? And you do still have that fancy dress costume we bought you?”
I managed to stammer out a hesitant ‘yes’.
“I suppose I should explain further,” she said. “It’s fairly uncommon, as you know, for people to have PSI or ESP or call it what you will. This can manifest itself as several forms, one of which is levitation. Usually it’s girls who can levitate but normally the ability disappears as they reach puberty.”
I listened to this with interest. I was well past that stage.
Mum went on, “When I met your Dad, I could levitate just like you. Perhaps more to the point, so could he. It’s very rare for a boy’s ESP to include levitation, but he could. Both our abilities disappeared by the time we were about twelve or thirteen but it’s not unknown for the children of such double ability parents to retain their powers all their lives. I think you might be one of these few.”
I’ve never really been able to lie to Mum. I had to tell her that I could still do it.
“So - it was you. And Jody I’ve no doubt. Which one were you?”
I stammered that Jody was Supergirl.
“Oh don’t worry. They were only a gang of kids. Nobody really believed them - except me of course, but then I had good cause.”
“Oh, Mum. We never intended anyone to see us. But we couldn’t