By ValerieRichards
Disclaimers: I only own the Tracy sister. Thunderbirds does not, unfortunately, belong to me. I will write any other characters that do belong to me.
Author's note: This story was kind of inspired by a dream I had while I was on vacation. Also, the Tracy sister's name will not be announced until towards the end of the story. For now, she will be called (rather rudely) girl and sometimes honey or kiddo.
Chapter 1: The Special Guest
I have/had five older brothers. Had being that one of my brothers, Virgil, died before I was born. He was 15 when he died and my dad had mysteriously disappeared that night too. My mom had been pregnant with me and almost miscarried me. The thing that saved me was my uncle, who'd pass away two years later, getting my mom to the hospital fast.
"Put this in the office" my oldest brother, Scott, coldly ordered me. I wasn't sure where my mom's office was because we had just moved back into the house where I was born. Ever since I was born, my mom and my brothers had been cold and repressive. Something that was caused by Virg's death.
"Okay" I said bluntly. I opened the door closest to where I'd been standing. I hadn't noticed this before, not even when we moved back. I entered a room; the walls were painted red, red curtains, and burnt red carpet. There was a desk sitting against the wall that the door was on. On the opposite side of the room was an unmade bed. I looked at the desk and moved the mouse. The screen flashed on revealing a half written report. I backed out of the room, Virgil's old room.
"Did you put it in the office" Scott asked. I shook my head and he grunted as he roughly took the letter from my hands. I saw my other older brothers Gordon, Alan, and John in the living room just staring at the walls. Mom was in the kitchen making lunch. I decided to retreat to my room. In my room, I suddenly heard mumbling from nowhere.
"Okay, who the hell are you" I asked looking around. The mumbling stopped and I spotted a teenage boy standing in the corner of my room. His eyes were wide and he was standing straight and rigid.
"Who are you" he asked demandingly. This boy was pale, see-through, and almost colorless. Oh! I forgot to tell you. I can see and talk to ghosts, but I'm not really like those mediators in those sci-fi books. I can just see and talk to them. I have punched some before, but in all fairness, they were getting on my nerves.
"Hey! I'm not some dead person standing in someone else's room" I retorted. Sometimes I can have a short temper; something I needed to cope with my family's bitterness towards me. You would have thought that Virg's death was my fault, which is not true because I wasn't even born yet.
"Well……..um………good point" he said sighing in defeat. He walked around and sat on the end seat of my bed. I rolled my eyes.
"You think" I mumbled. I listened quietly for a second for my brothers and my mom. They were all in the living room or kitchen. Usually, my brothers and mom don't call me for a meal; they just let me eat whenever.
"My name's Virgil, Virgil Tracy" he introduced. I almost passed out from shock. I had only seen a picture of him once, but that was a picture of him when he was 5. He saw my face drain of color and cocked his eyebrows.
"Y-You're my older brother" I stammered. I introduced myself. Virgil looked at me closely. He circled around me and inspected my hair and eyes.
"So that means mom was pregnant with you when I died" he said. I almost wanted to cry, and I haven't cried since I was a baby. This teen standing in front of me was my brother, the brother that I've never known. I get a chance to get to know him, finally. I would probably be able to confide in him and talk to him about stuff that I couldn't talk to the others about.
"Mom says that you're going to school tomorrow and to get prepared. You already have all of the supplies, so you don't need to buy anything unless you want to do the girly clothes shopping" Gordon told me bitterly. He had suddenly burst into my room with the others staring at me behind him. The others had strangely gotten closer to each other, but treated me like dirt, or close to it.
"Shut up……." I said calling him an unpleasant name. I stormed over to the door and was about to slam the door shut when he slapped me really hard. I stared at him. Although this wasn't the first time I had been hit; Alan had 'accidentally' hit me when he was 6; I stared at him with tears forming in my eyes. I slammed the door harder than ever. I sat down on my bed and began to cry, all of my stress and emotions stored up all of these years poured out.
"Why? Kid, I've never seen them this………this cold before" Virg said sitting beside me. He gently stroked my hair. A ghost can touch me or step right through me if they want to, it's them that decides, not me.
"I guess you haven't seen them for the past fifteen years" I told him through my sobs. It had been 15 years since my brother died and my family turned cold. He continued to stroke my forehead and mumble quietly.
"There's one job that I'm going to have and I can't fail at it" Virg said randomly. I looked up and my tear-stained face morphed into a confused one. What was he talking about?
Done with chapter 1! Please R&R!
