Copyright © wlwfantasies 04/29/2026

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[♫ Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl — Yeule ♫]

Sydney Novak was a troubled kid. The girl with mommy issues. The lesbian who kissed her best friend at a party once and it wasn’t reincorporated. The weirdo with freakish anger issues and outbursts beyond her control.

Literally.

Like she is legit psycho kinetic.

No joke Syd made her friend’s ex-boyfriend’s nose bleed— with her mind. Pretty cool, right? WRONG. It was completely out of her control. It was like he moment she began feeling something negative, especially if it’s a tremendous amount, strange things happen. Things out of the ordinary. Things that will have you wondering “someone took time out of their day to do this” but on her end it didn’t take much time at all.

“Just puberty” Syd called it, until she almost crushed someone’s head open with a bowling ball (that someone coincidentally being Stanley, her other best friend) and quite literally knocked down a field of trees all because she shouted once.

She needed to keep it together.

Had to.

But she couldn’t. Not when she was so angry all the time.

So here she was, just sitting in the empty Library trying to gather her bearings and not lash out. But then the lights flickered. She thought she saw something, a tall, shadowy figure in the distance.

She got up and followed it.

Syd grew anxious as she walked through the bookshelves, the hardbacks ratting against the wood as her heart rate increased and her emotion heightened.

She stopped walking. Stood there. And then… the bookshelves just fell. Not on her though. No, they fell the other way.

She heard a yelp and the sounds of running footsteps, which slowed as they came closer to her frozen stance.

…

Remember what I said about the library being empty? Well… I lied. Because there was someone else in there. One other person. You were in there. And you were the one that yelped.

“You saw that,” Syd muttered shakily, not even bothering to turn around. She knew she didn’t have to, “didn’t you?”