I had heard of a place where they taught gifted kids. I thought it was cruel, separating them from everyone else and replacing them with someone smarter, keeping them there to make them become smarter so they could be successor to the smartest person. If I was to ever go there, I was going to run away. I would never stay in a place where they were going to replace me over and over. I don't care about being the smartest, I only want to be me. I'll do what I want. My twin said that she would never let herself get dragged there.
Ding, Dong, the doorbell sounded. I opened the door to find two police officers.
"Hello," I said, bowing respectfully. What had my sister done this time? I thought.
"Hello, Keiko. I have some bad news," one of the officers said.
"Did my sister do something again?" I asked.
"No I didn't," my sister, Saya, said as she squeezed between the two officers.
"It has to do with your parents," the other officer said.
"What happened?" Saya asked worriedly.
"They're dead. Another car was going to fast and hit them. They died on impact," the first officer said. My mouth fell open and I turned to my sister. Her face was expressionless, but I could see a deep pain fill her eyes. We loved our parents. No matter what we did our parents would accept us and treat us equally. And when no one else believed us or liked us they were there, they were our best friends, other than each other of course.
"We are so sorry," the second officer said.
"We have orders to take you back to the office. Someone called and said they wanted to talk with you," the first one said. I nodded and took my sister's hand and squeezed it comfortingly. She looked down and did the same.
"Let me go get changed first," I said softly and, without waiting for a response, dashed up to my room. I took off my sweats and tank top and pulled on red skinny jeans, a red long sleeve t-shirt, a black hoodie, and red converse. I put my red hair into a high ponytail before I grabbed my red fox stuffed animal and put him in my pocket. I ran back down to find my sister putting on her panda hat and 'Nightmare Before Christmas' gloves. I grabbed a hat with cat ears and put that in the pocket that didn't have my fox in it. We grabbed on to each others hands and we followed to police to their car.
We had waited at the police office for two when someone finally came in. He was an old mad with gray balding hair and glasses. He smiled at us and we both just stared at him.
"Hello, my name is Watari. I'm here to take you to my orphanage. You may have heard of it. It's called Wammy's House," he said. At the name Saya and I had partially recoiled her more than me. I grabbed my stuffed fox and started to pet between it's ears. taking my mind off of the old man and my parents death. I was brought back into reality when my sister put her hand on mine and whispered my name.
"Will you come with me?" Watari asked.
"Yes, but only because we have nowhere else to go," Saya said with a slight cruel tone. I shifted closer to Saya. She grabbed my hand, the one not holding on to my fox for dear life and pulled me up.
"We'll get you whatever you need when we get there," Watari said, leading us out of the room and towards a cab that waited patiently for his return. We piled into the back of the cab and sped of towards the airport. Why us? I thought. I need to know, why us?