Chapter 1: Daily Life.
Renee is a not so typical orphan, looking for her place in the City of Frank. Her parents died before she knew them. In fact, nobody knew of them. They didn't know if they even existed. They just found Renee back in the bladder fourteen years ago.
As She grew, she only became odder due to her strange appearance. She was just an average human skin colored cell, with brown hair. The FPD thought of arresting her, thinking that she was a virus. But they did not have proof to do so otherwise. She was a deformed cell for all they know.
What make Renee even odder is that she had a special ability to control water. (And yes, like those water benders off of Avatar.) She spent more than half her life training herself how to control it.
Today, she works for a nasty woman, Miss Siliva. With looks so horrid it's impossible to describe without making one vomit. But she (If can call her a she) was the only one that would offer her work. With pay too. Even though it wasn't much, It would still put bread on the table.
She also doesn't live in the orphanage anymore. The cells that run the place had a rule stating that if a child is not adopted by fourteen, she would have to be excluded. Dumb rule, Renee thought ruefully.
She was on her break, in the empty ally way practicing her skill of the liquid arts. She waved her arms left to right making the water move in the air. She used all her concentration to form is into a variety of shapes. Right now, she was going for a cylinder. Slowly, she expanded her arms, stretching the water like a ruberband. I almost got it... She thought, courageing herself. I can do this, I can do this. Slowly... Slllloooo-
"Renee!!!!!!" Screamed Miss Saliva, causing Renee to spill her water. "GET YOUR LAZY ASS TO WORK!!!!! NOW!!!!!!"
Renee scurried to the ground, trying to prevent the water from running into the street. It was too late. All her water had dipped into a nearby man hole. No way was she going to get it now.
"Renee!!!!!" Miss Saliva shouted again.
"IM COMMING!!!" Renee yelled. Then grumbled to her: "Crazy old basterd."
She took the stairs to the fifth floor. (Elevator was broken.) As she entered Miss Saliva's apartment, the scent off rotten meat and dirty laundry filler her nostrils. She ignored it as she went to work and scrubbing Miss Saliva's laundry, doing her mound of dishes with who know what's on them, and taking care of her devil of a cat, Nimnims. Such a stupid name for a cat.
Hours has passed, she was cover in grime and smelled like cat litter after she was done with her chores. She stood in front of Miss Saliva waiting for her pay.
After cooing to Nimnims, Miss Saliva Reached into her pocket of her raggy old cloths, and slapped a dollar fifty into Renee's hands. Renee only stood there, hoping to get the rest off her pay. She was supposed to get four dollars. But as she waited, Miss Saliva glared at her with those things you could call eyes.
"What?" Miss Saliva asked her voice squeaky and raspy.
"My pay." Renee noted, pointing to the money already in her hand.
"What about it?" Miss Saliva asked again.
"The rest of my pay." Renee answered. "you know, the other two fifty."
"Oh no, that's all you get."
"WHAT!?" Renee gasped angrily. "WHY!?"
"You where very slack this week. Too many breaks. I don't pay full amount to those who don't do their work."
Fury burned in Renee's eyes. The felling of beating the living crap out of her was almost over whelming. She took a few steps back as though restraining herself.
"What are you still doing here?!" Miss Saliva shouted. "Get out of my site ugly mug!"
Renee did so. Look who's talking, she thought ruefully.
She walked to the nearest party store to perches bread. With the money she had now, she could only offer the cheapest and the smallest kind. She paid for it glumly, not even saying her peppy 'thank you' as she left. She slumped all the way to her house, just a few miles (millimeters or something like that) away.
It was terribly old, and has been abandon for 15 years. Dust painted the furniture and the windows remained shattered. It was the only option for home though. It's not like someone will actually let her stay with them.
Renee went to the ratty kitchen, and opened the package of bread. She grabbed a old jar of peanut butter, and slapped it on to one of the slices of bread. After she finished her third slice of bread, she shoved them into the ancient cabinet, slumped into the living room, and just sat there. Feeling awfully disappointed for losing the last of her water. She stared at an empty bucket, and thought she could get some more from the faucet in the bathroom. But this was an abandon house, and nobody was to live in it. If there is too much water activity, police might investigate and take her in.
Now what, Renee thought, resting her head into her hands while lying on the floor. I can't practice if there is no water. And I can't take it from other people. I will surely get arrested. But how am I gonna get any liquid from this body...?"
"THAT'S IT!" She shouted as the idea popped into her head like a balloon. I could use liquid from my own body! Brilliant! Now... The hell am I gona do that?
She waited as she pondered this thought. She stood up and took a few deep breaths. She believed she knew how to do it. But would it work?
She shut her eyes tightly, focusing on the water contained in her. She felt pressure build in her hands, pushing that liquid harder, until it started to seep out of her palms. It felt as though someone was lightly pocking them with needles, but once she opened her eyes, she could see little water orbs floating out of her hands like feathers. She felt a twinkle of accomplishment, and even more pride. More and more, water came out of her hands, until there was a tornado of water. This was the greatest accomplishment since... ever!
As she begun to have her real fun, her head all of a sudden felt light, and she felt extremely dizzy. Quickly, she sucked the water back into her hands. As she stared at them, she realized she became dehydrated. I got to be more careful, she noted.
The streets got darker, and the street lamps flickered, Renee gave a long yawn. I think it's time to turn in. She walked over to some abused remains of a couch, and flopped onto it. She kicked off her brown boots, and flex her thin arms behind her head. She thought about her day, and what could she do tomorrow with her new ability. Before she drifted off into a deep sleep, her mind for some reason said to her; Things are going to change.