(A/N Here we have Vera-Allen's backstory. Last chapter I mentioned in Author's Note her telekinesis has a special dark power which she uses for benefit. The name of the title is focused on Vera-Allen. Let's get to our story to find out who she is.)

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Chapter 6: Vera Allen's Backstory

Vera-Allen was unlike any normal person. When she was young, her life was good and happy. She had a mother, a father, lived in a nice neighborhood, and a school not far from the block.

One day, her parents lost their jobs and were forced to sell the house. Vera-Allen was walking home from school that afternoon with her friends, and saw the moving van parked in her driveway. Vera walked up to the man carrying her bed, nightstand, and her other belongings into the van.

Seven year old Vera tugged on his shirt,"Excuse me mister, why are you packing my bedroom in the van?"

The man took out a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his forehead,"Well, little lady. It was my call to do so. Why don't you run inside and ask your folks."

Vera-Allen stepped inside her house, which was completely empty, her Mother and Father were having coffee in the back porch. Vera sets her backpack on the floor, opens the backdoor, and gives them the glare.

Her Mother sets her coffee down, folds her arms on her lap and takes a deep breath,"Vera-Allen, your home early from school."

Vera blinked as her parents considered her uninformative."Yes, mind if I may ask why those men are taking everything out of our house?" she crosses her arms demanding an explanation.

Her Father puts an arm around her,"Your Mother and I lost work, and we're moving in with Grandma until we can find another job."

She frowns,"I don't wanna leave Daddy."She turns to her Mother,"Mommy please tell Daddy we are not leaving, I like it here. My friends, my school, it's not fair."

Her Mother shook her head,"I'm sorry Vera, it'll be hard the first few months but I am afraid I stand my ground with your Father."

There was no backing out, Vera-Allen was forced to move schools, and say goodbye to all her friends. The ride to her grandmother's was two hours from town. She got out of the car, and slumped on the door. The moving van carried the family's belongings to the house. Vera stayed as her parents talked to her grandmother.

Not long after the moving van unpacked their belongings, Vera-Allen sat in her room alone. She didn't know how long she sat till her Father called her down stairs for dinner. Vera barely touched her food, she left half of the school semester, and may repeat the grade.

The house was unlike their house, television was off limits, lights were out at nine, she would earn dessert when she had a well written report card from her teachers, and done all her household chores properly. She hardly made one friend at school, no children wanted to play with a new girl.

Three years after settling in with her grandmother, her parents found work to pay for their daughter's education, and the monthly bills. Suddenly, her mother fell ill and had to take time off work. It was strange as how she was sick before and would fight it less than a day. After day two, her husband took her to the doctor.

Everyone thought it was a common cold, by the time she came out of the doctor's office, it was too late. The doctor found a tumor inside her brain. If they operate, she may or may not wake up to recover or be the same person she was before. They told Vera's grandmother and decided they would not tell Vera until the day she went in for surgery.

She accepted the operation, they kept the operation hidden from Vera-Allen. Everyday after Vera came home from school, her Mother spent all her time with her daughter. Made her favorite meals, watch her favorite program on the television, taking her to the park, playing Vera's favorite games, helping her with all her homework. Vera was surprised but happy she has been spending time with her Mother. But had a feeling something wasn't right. Why was her Mother spending all her free time when she should be going back to work? Not that she didn't love spending quality time with her Mother as if they were best friends.

Time was fleeting, the day before the operation, Vera was in the middle of writing her essay for school, an assignment on her favorite person. She picked a wonderful title. 'My Mom'. As Vera half way finished her essay, her Mother, Father, and Grandmother sat down on the table altogether. Vera looked up as she wrote,"I'm almost done with my homework before we can set the table. Mom I picked a great title for my essay."

"Vera-Allen, we need to talk. Mother to daughter." Said her Mother.

"Before we do, let me show you my essay, its an assignment on our favorite person. Do you know who I chose?" Her Mother shook her head,"My Mom."

A single tear dropped down from her face to her cheek, it's a great title, no the perfect title, not after this,"Vera-Allen, I love your title, I'm sure your essay is swell."

She set down her paper,"Thank you, so what was it we needed to talk about." She asked.

Innocent, ten year old Vera-Allen broke down in tears as her parents gave her the news. She hugged her Mother tight as a bear, as if not to make her go away and disappear. They talked all through the night, Vera's parents said it was all right she would miss school. That morning was she scheduled for surgery, Vera held her Mother's hand one last time before they rolled her down to the operating room.

The operation lasted six hours, Vera-Allen was asleep on her Father's lap, her grandmother brought sandwiches from the cafeteria, and some milk. Vera was hungry, she took the sandwich and sipped her milk, but the taste tasted more like her salty tears than the taste of milk.

The doctor enters the waiting room, and asks for the husband of the family of her Mother. Vera's Father got up from his chair, and took him to the corner to whisper. They were gone for a long time, the doctor patted his shoulder, he stood in the hall for a long time, tears were fresh out of his eyes as he slowly walked to his family.

Vera puts down her sandwich,"Daddy, where's Mom?"

He leans down and kisses her forehead, he bends down next to her on one knee,"The surgery went well, but I am afraid your Mother is not coming home with us."

"Why not? Daddy, your scaring me."

"She didn't come out as herself. She's going to a place where they will take care of her."

Vera stomps her foot,"No! No okay, only you can decide that. Daddy make them come out and give us mom."

He shakes his head," We can visit her anytime we like but I am afraid she will not remember who we are, or even remember she had daughter." He tries to hug but she pushes him away.

Two months after recovery, her Mother was placed in a home where she would be taken care of, and watched by nurses. Vera refused to visit the person who was once known as her Mother. Her Father dedicated all his time to work. Her Grandmother took over the motherly role, but not as well as Vera's Mother. She kept a straight firm face for three years since her Mother has been put in a house for sick women.

One day, she fed up. She threw a tantrum for the first time since the day her mother got out of surgery. Grandmother and Father didn't know what to do, so the best way for his daughter was to send her away. To a boarding school for girls. He found one not far from town, she was to leave within a week.

Vera-Allen begged her Father to not send her away or he would regret it.

"You never spend time with me anymore, Mom's not here to back me up, if only you two could of told me the day she was sick, things would of been different." she yelled her frustration at her Father.

"It wasn't you its-"

She interrupted him,"No, I get it. Its me not you. Is that it?" tears flow quickly from her face.

He shakes his head as a major headache forms,"Vera I am doing this for your own good. you'll only be an hour from here, It'll be an opportunity to get out. I know your frustrated but I think its for the best."

"I hate you!" she storms out of the room, and runs down the street.

He didn't budge to go after her, true he had neglected her, if he could turn back time, he would. He went back to his studies as Vera-Allen cried by the river down the street. Her anger built up as her face turned red as a tomato. This feeling inside her grew and grew, she didn't know what it was, unlike any other feeling, some call it a sixth sense.

As she cried herself to relieve sorrow, one of her classmates from school was walking down the road, one of whom tormented Vera-Allen throughout her school years. A brunette girl, skin white as paper, freckles only exposed in sunlight, and talked about the latest gossip which would be public knowledge by the end of the day. She was known to everyone by Cecilia. As she was walking, she spotted Vera-Allen, a smirk crossed her face, she skipped happily to Vera-Allen.

"Oh Hi Vera, just in the neighborhood. Why are you crying? Did the big whimsy-whimp get scared?" she giggled as Vera revealed her stained teared face.

She remained silent. Why can't this girl take a hint?

Cecilia took out a piece of gum, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth."So Vera?" she blew a bubble, and popped it back in her mouth."What brings you here? Oh I see, your little retarded mommy is in that knot house for crazy people, does retardation run in your family?"

Vera stood up, and wiped her tears with her hand,"Don't talk about my Mother that way. You don't know the situation."

Cecilia flips her hair, and blows another bubble,"I do, now before I exit myself. Here." she blows a bubble, takes the gum out of her mouth, and stuck the gum on Vera's nose.

"Throw that away for me." she giggled and walks away. Vera takes the gum off her nose, she looks back as Cecilia curtsies herself, Vera's mind boils up, the sixth sense calls for her, she calls it out, the chewed up gum fired from her hand like a bullet and targets Cecilia's hair.

Cecilia feels something on the back of her hair, its wet and squishy, she looks up if a bird flew over her, but no birds were in sight. She manages to take off some of the squishy stuff, she looks at what her hand took off, its her gum. She turns around, Vera was down the street with a shocked face but smirks as she crosses her arms. How could Vera stick the gum if she were on the other side of the street? She would hear footsteps if possible but how?

The tears were flowing, she tries to break off the gum off but no use, she runs home crying,"AH! Mom. Mom!"

Was it magic? A coincidence? She didn't know. Vera-Allen ran home and locked all the doors, her grandmother was fixing supper, and her Father could be elsewhere. Vera takes out a book, and flips through the pages, she couldn't get the image out of her mind. How did she do that? Did Cecilia see anything? No, she shakes her head, Cecilia had no clue. Nobody saw her, she was safe; for now.

An hour later, she sat down to eat supper when a knock interrupting their supper. Her Father drops his utensils, he unlatches the door,"Yes, hello. May I help you?"

"Does a specific person go by the name Vera-Allen live in this household?" said the mysterious woman.

Her Father lets her in, Vera's mouth drops, its Cecilia's Mother alongside her husband and their daughter Cecilia following behind them wearing a hat. Vera's Father sits them on the couch,"What's this about? Has my daughter done something wrong?"

Vera sips her juice as she listens to their conversation. Cecilia's Mother smooths her shirt, and explains the situation on what happened when Cecilia arrived home with a bucket full of tears.

"My daughter wouldn't cause trouble like this. Yes, it's true my wife has not been physically well since the operation, but my daughter wouldn't cause trouble to her little friend here."

Cecilia's Father spoke in a stern, steady voice."My daughter has gone to school with your child for six years, now I am not trying to contradict your parenting skills, Cecilia has come home from school reporting Vera-Allen is troubled, talks back at teachers, and throws violent tantrums. As a parent, you need to set grounds; for that daughter of yours must be punished."

Cecilia's father looks at his wife,"Darling? Ask Cecilia what Vera-Allen did this afternoon."

"Take off your hat." she orders her daughter.

Cecilia turns red with embarrassment, she slowly takes off her hat, Vera's mouth drops, Cecilia's long brunette hair was chopped off where the gum landed by her neck. She starts to cry again,"Vera put gum on my hair, and the beauty parlor couldn't fix it."

Cecilia's Mother stands ground,"I will not tolerate this kind of behavior of what Vera-Allen corrupted this afternoon, we would like to hear an apology from her herself, as Head of the School Board, if she does not cooperate and apologize to my daughter, she will no longer be welcome to any school of whom will accept her in their studies."

Vera-Allen turns red with anger, how dare Cecilia lie of putting that gum in her hair, and all the gossip and lies she told her Mother who was part of the School Board. She hears her Father calling her name.

Vera-Allen obeys her Father and stands next to him,"Vera-Allen, What do you say for yourself?"

They all look at her waiting for an answer, Vera-Allen takes a deep breath and stands in the middle of the room,"I'm not sorry! Why should I apologize for something I have not done? Since your all too stupid to know Cecilia and I were NEVER friends, and I NEVER touched her. "

"Vera-Allen this behavior has gone off long enough." Said her Father.

"Behavior?" she turns around."How could you take their side instead of believing your own daughter!" she cried.

Cecilia's mother steps in,"Vera-Allen, you are no longer welcome near school yards, since you did not sincerely apologize for your behavior, you shall be expelled from school and never set foot within a hundred yards."

"I don't care! Expel me woman!"

Vera's father's mouth drops, he forces her to move but she snaps back,"Your the worst Father ever, I hate you."

"Take that back!" he warned have his finger pointing towards her chest.

The feeling inside her connects, seeing a gold club in the corner, she calls for the golf club to whack him. "Whack him!' she called. The golf club lifts up in the air, and swings itself hitting her Father on his head. He falls flat down, with a small lump the size of a kiwi. Cecilia's family are too scared to move, Vera activates her powers, and uses the golf club to strike them, Cecilia runs but Vera was too quick, the door shuts by itself, she tries to unlock it but no luck under the iron grip of Vera's mind powers.

Cecilia's parents knocked out cold as Vera used chairs striking them across the face with a sharp cut across from the eye down. Cecilia grabs a vase, and charges at Vera-Allen. Vera-Allen now in control of her powers searches through herself what her power can do more than lift objects in midair.

Cecilia's arm drops the case, as if her brain were in control, it moves on its own, Cecilia yelps in pain. Vera-Allen's eyes couldn't believe what she was doing, Cecilia's legs bend down, as she yelps in pain, Vera-Allen stops it but cautious incase she may strike again.

"Vera-Allen, I don't know how your doing this but stop please. We can be friends, how about that? I'll even do your homework. What do you say?" begging for mercy.

"I don't believe you, just a spoiled little girl who tells the simple lie." Vera-Allen remarks, she picks up the vase with her hands, and knocks Cecilia out.

Her Grandmother secretly calls the police, Vera-Allen drops the phone with her powers,"Vera-Allen I will not tolerate this thing, stop this instant in the name of God."

Vera-Allen lifts the chair with her Telekinesis behind her grandmother,"Sorry GrandMother, but I am afraid our time here will be cut short."

The chair knocks her grandmother on the back, and yelps in pain, the pain was too much she passes out. Vera-Allen grabs her backpack emptying out her school books, she grabs clothes she can fnd, and packs food in a cloth, and ties in a knot.

She doesn't turn back as she walks down the street. She was never seen or heard again. That was the way she liked it. On the way, she stands by the bus station, across the street was the home her Mother was staying in. She checks her watch, the bus will be late so she had plenty of time to say her final goodbyes.

She climbed the steps slower than her normal pace, just as she knocked, she looked through the window. Her Mother was in a room with her hair cut short, eye black circles were visible, and completely ignores everyone around her staring at a book with pictures instead of words.

Hard to believe since it has been three years since she had last seen her Mother in a normal state, Vera-Allen blows a kiss as a reminder of her Mother. A single tear drops freely into the rain, becoming part of nature's water supply. She climbs down the steps, and gets into the bus. The driver asked where was she going, without seeing her parents with her.

"Nevermind, please lets just get on the road." she said.

The driver said no more, he pulled the latches to the door, and started the engine, Vera-Allen looked back for the final time, as she was never coming back.

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The first year after leaving home, she was dropped in a small town with population one-fifty. She was identified as a prostitute, roaming around the streets to find a place to stay or someone to spare food as she had no more money for a bus fare.

One lady in her late thirties who worked in a strip club took her in. She bought her clothes, food, and was free to do as she pleased as long as she didn't disturb her in her alcohol state. Her and her lady friends got drunk every weekend after work. Vera-Allen stayed far away as possible from her.

The lady asked her one day,"Why are you here anyways? You know you can talk to me girl to girl."

Vera-Allen always tried to avoid the subject if someone was looking for her, so she let out a few details,"I just felt like I didn't belong there."

"Why?" she asked as she lights her cigarette. The smell bothered Vera-Allen than the alcohol, she takes a magazine to fan as she sits down on the couch.

"You ever felt like an outcast before?"

The lady thinks it over,"You got a point there, I never was into school, dropped out, and became what I have become." she smokes her cigarette, and blows out the fumes,"Why are you so quiet? Here, this'll make you all better." She hands Vera-Allen a beer.

She takes it from her hand, she hesitates,"I don't know, don't you have to be twenty-one? I don't want to get you into trouble."

The lady waves it off,"Oh, don't worry about it. As long as you stay here, I'll be fine. Have a sip."

She opens the bottle and sniffs it, it smelled bitter, she slowly takes a sip, the alcohol burned the back of her throat, the liquid makes her sick."Ugh, how do you people drink this stuff without puking?"

"You'll get used to it, have some more."

She takes another sip, stomach acid fills her mouth, but she forcefully swallows it, she takes a glass of water instead. Alcohol was not making her feel better. As days turned to months, months turned to years, she was twenty now, and she needed to get out of this rathole with the lady.

She took two hundred dollars from her purse, took the path to where the bus always stopped every half hour, as the bus pulled in, she got on and sat in the back, she was going to be on the road again since seven years have passed.

Seven years?' she thought. "Have I been gone that long?" she said out loud, no one the bus cared except for one person whom was sitting next to her on the other side of the aisle.

"No one wants to hear your scrawny little mouth, I need to enjoy the ride at least in one peace." a husky voice barks.

Vera-Allen glares at the lady who spoke,"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have bad taste in fashion."

The lady with bad teeth, sweat trickling down her face, hair wrapped in a bun gets up from her seat facing Vera-Allen like a bull ready to march at a clown,"I wear the latest fashion for dictator, and for your information I am was one the Olympics gold medal for hammer throw, if you want to live for another year, I'll throw you across from the bridge to the next, think about it my dear."

Vera-Allen crosses her arms,"You don't scare me, what be your name anyways?"

"Why do you care? Your just another prostitute, another one the students I used to be in charge until a certain-" she stops at the last sentence because the memory follows her around like a nightmare.

Vera-Allen crosses her arms, and sits back comfortably,"My name is Vera-Allen, what's yours?'' she asked again.

In defeat, she gives in,"Agatha. Agatha Trunchbull but preferably Miss Trunchbull."

"What are you doing here if I may ask?"

Ms. Trunchbull turns red as a tomato,"Why do you care if its any of your concern? Why can't a person ride the bus and be left alone."

Vera-Allen doesn't turn back on the woman's attitude,"Well, your talking for starters and to me, if you didn't want to reveal your name all you had to do was just ignore me."

She hit the nail, Miss Trunchbull looked like she wanted to hit her, as she remembered the ghost of Magnus was out to haunt her,"Well, I dealt with enough children in my life, glad I never was one."

Vera-Allen frowned, she was so oblivious,"You started out as a baby, then child, teenager, and adult."

"I WAS NEVER A CHILD!" she hollered. Everyone on the bus stared at her, the bus driver almost let go of the steering wheel but kept a firm grip."And what are you all looking at?"

The people turn back to their own business, Vera-Allen feels sorry for this woman well not really sorry,"Why are you so angry? How come you don't want to talk about your young infancy?"

"Don't be the psychologist!" she snapped."I can take care of myself."

"Then why are you here then, where's your house, your car, your family?" she asked."You seem like you were hurt."

The Trunchbull slumps deeper in her seat, as Vera-Allen pushed her to answer her questions, she grabs her by the shirt, and throws her against the rail, the man stops the bus to attend her aid. "Oh my goodness, Miss are you all right?"

Vera-Allen had a small bruise forming on her left hip, she looked up as the Trunchbull marched towards her, feeling not the least bit of fear, she activates her telekinesis, she uses a baseball bat from the little boy sitting behind Vera-Allen's seat, she whacks the Trunchbull over and over again. She screams in horror, everyone watches in horror. How could a baseball bat hit a lady in midair?

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She hollered."MAGNUS IS BACK, I GOT TO GET OUT!" she pulls through the seats, unlatches the door, and runs to the nearest spot under the bridge, for a lady her size, and age, she's a good runner. The baseball bat returns to its owner.

Vera-Allen stands up and rubs her hip, the man who drives the bus asked if she should see a doctor. She declines,"No sir, and this is my stop. Thank you."

She grabs her bag, but before she exits, the man warns her to be careful of that woman. Vera-Allen waves it off,"Don't worry. I'll be careful."

The bus takes off, once out of sight, she takes the path where Miss Trunchbull ran. About ten minutes later, she hears a yelp, under the bridge lay the woman from the bus, with her arms wrapped around her legs, and her head covered between her knees.

How pathetic? she thought.

She walked slowly to the moaning lady, she picked up a stick to poke her gently but rather intentionally. Trunchbull scooted further away from the girl. Vera-Allen crosses her legs yoga style next to Miss Trunchbull, after about an hour she wipes her tears,"Why are you here? Just leave me be."

"You seemed terrified. Why?" Vera asked.

Now she was getting irritated at this girl. Why couldn't she just leave? "Why do you care? I lost my job as Head Mistress, and oh why am I pouring my life story to you? Your just another one of those wrenches who never grow up."

"Who's Magnus?" she asked curiously.

Miss Trunchbull doesn't answer, she gets up from the ground, dusts the dirt off her clothes and walks away from Vera-Allen. Vera-Allen gets up to follow her. They walked about an hour until they found a place where Miss Trunchbull could sit down by the bus station as she buys some coffee.

"Who's Magnus?" asked Vera-Allen following behind her.

"Listen you little wench, I have been traveling from town to town for awhile and the last thing I need is another stupid child to conquer me."

Vera-Allen crosses her arms,"If you don't tell me about Magnus, I will keep following you until you speak up. You need someone to talk to. Not just a psychologist, just to be aware."

"Listen you again-!" Trunchbull was marching again, Vera-Allen activates her Telekinesis and stops the Trunchbull with her mind by using her power to control Agatha Trunchbull's arms, and feet. Trunchbull yelps in pain.

"Magnus spare me! AH!" she cries.

Vera-Allen deactivates her powers,"Stop your crying, that was me."

"What?" wiping her tears.

Vera explains as she developed Telekinesis. Miss Trunchbull listens carefully as she explains its the power to lift objects with one's mind and eyes. Also in conclusion, if Vera's theory was correct, the power became dark as it can do more.

Trunchbull was more calm but more terrified to be near Vera-Allen. She assured her she would not harm her unless Agatha was lying to try to harm her again, no less as long she keeps her eyes fixed on the bigger prize.

Trunchbull was quiet sitting next to Vera-Allen on a bench waiting for the bus. After fifteen minutes she gives in."Magnus was my brother-in-law. The husband of my deceased stepsister."

"Tell me more." she urged.

"He was a doctor. Dr. Magnus Honey. My stepsister died three years before him, had one child, and I was the guardian for the child until the day he passed away, and I took over the fortune of the accounts in the bank as well as parental guardianship of the house."

"I'm so sorry about your stepsister and brother-in-law. What about their child? Where is this child?" she asked.

Trunchbull faced-down as she chooses her words about the child of her stepsister and husband. She despises her, as well as despises everyone whom got in her way."The child is full-grown. She has a name going by Jennifer Honey. She's a schoolteacher as well as owner of the home I once owned."

"How come you don't own the home anymore?" Vera-Allen asked as she spills her story.

Trunchbull lets out a snort,"Oh please you little brat, if I tell you, your going to laugh your small little head which will be food for the stray cats."

Vera-Allen cocks her head,"I haven't laughed since my mom was put in a home for the sick, and my Father was ignorant of me since then. If I laugh you can end me right here and then, and I keep my word I won't let you suffer the pain I caused you."

Trunchbull wasn't sure if she trusted her, true she was a skilled Hammer Thrower since the Olympics, but had to give it a try."I was played a fool. A child came to my house. I don't know? I don't know when? She used something that fooled me to believe my brother-in-law's spirited was out to haunt me of those years when he died. It was the kind of power what ever term you used of the specific ability."

"Telekinesis." she corrected her.

"Yes that one. Any-whom, she succeeded in throwing me my job, and helped her teacher give back my house which is the same child I raised, Jennifer Honey. Now I put the money back in the check, the house is now owned by Jennifer, and I haven't been welcomed since."

"Wait. What did you do if Magnus actually came to haunt you?"

Sweat trickled down her head,"Never mind that. What's done is done."

Silence passed after she finished her story. Then an idea hit her head. She smirked as the idea seemed accurate. If Telekinesis is what got Matilda to drive her out, maybe Vera-Allen could use her power to drive Matilda out. It seemed accurate and full-proof.

The bus approached, Vera-Allen and Miss Trunchbull hopped on the bus and sat separately from different seats. After the bus-man closed the door, Miss Trunchbull spoke up,"Vera-Allen, do you have a place to stay?"

She shakes her head."No, I'm just going wherever the road takes me."

"How would you like to come settle in with me?" she asked.

Vera-Allen's head cracks as she faces her. Was she serious? After she tried to nearly kill her after their last visit. Could she trust this woman to let her settle in? She was beginning to have her doubts.

"I don't know Miss Trunchbul, after our last visit, you weren't too fond of no one talking to you unless you make them beg for mercy and forgiveness."

The Trunchbull didn't snap as she usually talks, but was rather calm,"That was before you pushed yourself to get me to talk. If your decline this offer, where will you go? You got no job, no friends, and no family."

"You leave the term family out of this." she warns.

"Settle in with me then. I'll have food in the fridge, a bed where you can sleep, and I'll throw in a quarter a week with no extra charge. What will it be Vera-Allen?"

Vera-Allen was concerned what she was getting herself into. Miss Trunchbull was right, she should of never let herself get into someone else's business. Then again...

"So, Do we have an agreement? Or you can pick bottles off the street to feed yourself every night?"

That was how she came into Miss Trunchbull's life, and how she controls people's body parts preferably the arms and legs. Vera-Allen came to kind of trust the Trunchbull after settling in the two bedroom house, she had food, paid her quarter a week, then for a few years she was living in rent free.

Trunchbull talked about how she wants Vera-Allen to get back at Matilda, she made her spy on her former student from a few towns over, Vera-Allen thought the Trunchbull got what she deserved, then again she lost everything like how Vera lost her parents. She thought if her father didn't help her, she had to help herself, she went along with the plan, but had another prize in mind when the plan would follow through.

(A/N Now we got into detail on Vera-Allen's life story, how she met Trunchbull, and when she took her in. Miss Trunchbull figured out then when she found Vera-Allen that she learned it was that Matilda had the ability of Telekinesis, not the ghost of Magnus Honey. You have to admit she had a pretty rough childhood.
The original idea was Vera-Allen's mother dying, Father turned abusive and alcoholic, and sent to foster care but this idea was more accurate than the original darker version. Leave me reviews, favorite, follow. See you next chapter.)