A/N: Recently my friend told me about series Sense8 and after watching the first episode, I fell in love with it. Its awesome and I am really sad that it got cancelled. I had stopped updating my stories, not feeling the same enthusiasm that I felt earlier. But then this idea came to my mind and I could not, not write this. I have started working on other's update also and will be updating my other stories.
Hope you like this one. Credits do not belong to me. Its to Stephanie Meyer and Wachowskis's imagination that is inspiring all of us.
"I am not alone even in solitude."
― Debasish Mridha
19 million, 125k and 684 people.
That is the average number of babies you share your birthday with, when you are born.
Except one day in the year.
29 February.
Then you are a special one, you just share your birthday with only 4 million people.
Let's think about the time.
How many babies are born at the same day and precisely at the same time?
If you are 29 Feb born, then you are the one of 46 lucky babies born on 29 February 1993 at 23:55. This is what the average says.
But sometimes, only few are born at the exact same time, a special number 8 that makes all the difference.
It's pretty amazing to know that there are others, others who gave a cry at the same time as you did when you entered this world; who also anticipate the coming of this day their whole year, to know know that this day will be the best day of the year.
Well not for everyone.
Phoenix, Arizona.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Bella, happy birthday to you."
The loudest of all was her mom, so were her hands that were clapping loudly with excitement, and in the joy that her little girl had turned 11.
Not sure why.
11 was not a milestone like 16 was.
She hated crowds, especially when their attention was on her, gazing at her and waiting on her actions. She never liked when her mom invited her schoolmates to celebrate her birthday, cutting the cake, having snacks and play a few games.
It wasn't like she was going to be anybody's first choice in their team.
She was clumsy.
But she endured it. She didn't want to, but she did.
"Did I ever tell you I love your mom?"
Bella smiled, looking at the blonde standing beside her, her blue eyes brightening like the candles on the cake. The cake that was not baked by her mother but bought by nearby cake shop.
Her mother could burn even water.
"Oh yeah."
Rose's smile was big, her head moving with the rhythm of the birthday song being sung by everyone. Bella knew she was waiting for her words.
"Go on, blow the candles."
Bella took a step back and let her friend move forward, who waited the whole year for this occasion.
Rose might have hated any day but she loved her and Bella's birthday.
Bella smiled as Rose blew all the candles in one try and picked up the knife and cut out a small slice.
Bella's mom came bouncing and hugged Rose and wished. "Happy birthday Bella."
"Thanks mom." Bella and Rose said together.
Mexico City, Mexico.
"Happy birthday Emmett."
"Thanks Mama."
His mom was one of the best in the world. On his birthday she let him sleep late. That means he was allowed to take a leave on his birthday from the school.
"Well, a very special birthday breakfast for the birthday boy."
"Pizza!"
Two voice shouted together, Emmett looked at the boy standing behind his mother. The boy had ruly dark red hair unlike his own brown, curly ringlets. They both shared a smile and a look was passed between them, and then they bounded, racing to reach the sitting counter first.
"Slow down, it's not a race." His mom scolded him, as she made her way to the kitchen counter.
"It is otherwise he wins mama."
"Who?"
"My dull self." Emmett pointed to the boy standing beside him. His mother raised her eyebrows at this, shaking her head.
He felt a punch to his arm and winced. He made a face at Edward, who snickered and poked him again. His maa's smiling face frowned a little.
"What happened?"
"Hit the door on the way down."
"God, I have a monkey for a son."
"Well then you are the mother monkey too, Esme Platt."
"You little monster."'
Seattle, Washington.
"Dad, here's the breakfast made by the birthday boy."
"You didn't have to do that. Not today. We could have ordered pizza."
"Pizza! You want to eat pizza today, when you can have these delicious pancakes."
"You should move in with your aunt. Rachel is already statying there. She would take you in."
"And leave your old ass on your own. No way, you will drown this house with your Smokey breath, dirty clothes and spoiled dishes."
"Here."
His father smiled and pulled on the wheel of his chair, moving it towards the table.
"It smells good."
"Well of course it does, Jacob Black made it. Now where's my present?"'
"Here."
His father picked up his gift from the nearby couch within his reach and Jake eagerly opened it and found a tool kit for mechanics class he was going to be taking this year.
"This is awesome. These will help alot. I was finally able to persuade Sam this time to let me get inside the repair zone. That is the place where real magic happens."
"Well you still can't drive for another five years."
"Please once my feet reach the breaks, I'll be breaking out of this house with 80mph."
His father laughed and pulled him in a big hug.
"Happy birthday champ."
Beijing. China
"I can't believe it. You got me this."
"Is that gaming controller?" Jake questioned looking at the new fancy box in his friend's hands.
"Gaming Controller! This is not just any game control, this is the Xbox, the best thing ever happened to the gaming league."
"Awesome."
"Looks like you like it." His friend's mother smiled and sharing a smile with the father, replied.
"Liked it. I love it. I am going to play this till my hands bleed."
"That is a weird imagination, Ben."
"I am kidding, mom."
Ben's mother swatted his arm. "Idiot. And don't play alone, ask your sister too."
"I will if she stops trying to curl my hair or give me a beauty session. "
"Well she doesn't have a younger sister."
"I am her elder brother, not sister."
"Well doctor was really sure that you were going to be a girl, we were all surprised."
"I know maa, you have told me this many times."
San Antonio, TX
"Hey buddy, heard you have birthday today, Jasper."
"I do, Sergeant Cooper."
"Well happy birthday."
Japser smiled and his hands shaking with a new enthusiasm with that of Sergeant's.
"You're early."
He heard the door being opened and looked back to see his father entering.
"Dad!"
"Hi buddy. Hi David."
"Well, I am here to confirm the meeting. Is it still on?"
"Yup, 2 sharp." His father placed the bag in his arms on the table and turned to his son.
"Jasper, did you open your gift?"
"I did. Thanks dad. That gun is awesome."
"It's a practice shot. Just to practice your aim, nothing more. And don't go shooting around people with it. It might not hurt like a real one, but it stings sharply. You'll get a grilling drill if you misbehave."
"I promise I won't."
His father smiling face turned serious all of a sudden.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Um..."
Jasper looked at the Sergeant Cooper, who looked at the father son duo and raised his hands.
"I'll wait outside. Don't mind me. See you in few, Carlisle."
Carlisle nodded at his colleague and turned to his son.
"Did you?"
"Well I did, but it wasn't very bad. Though sad."
"How was she, today?"
"Not good. She doesn't like it there, especially today."
Somewhere in London.
It was dark, not even a candle inside the room. The only light falling inside the room was from the bulb outside the window.
It was supposed to be the special day for her, last year she got a muffin given by the warden who adored her, but this year she was being detained.
She had learned not to throw anything, not to break anything. But she did when one of the nurses tried to hit her.
She missed her home.
These rules were not there two years ago. Her birthday used to be the best thing in her life. When she had turned 9, she had a big birthday cake, that her little sister used to enjoy the most, painting everyone with her little cake filled hands, with a sweet and innocent smile on her face which everyone loved.
She had gotten a new bag and had eaten a lot of chocolate.
Everything had been perfect in her life.
Till she met him.
She wanted to hate him but could never do.
He was the only one she had now, only one who sat beside her, who never left even when she wanted to alone.
"I am so sorry."
His voice caught her attention. She looked at him and wondered, how she was able to see him so clearly when she couldn't even see her own face in the mirror clearly. His blonde hair shining by the little light as he sat on the opposite side of the room.
"What did you get this year?" Her voice was full of yearning and grief.
"Happy birthday."
"Was it the new bike?"
"Al."
"It was that cargo jacket, right?"
"No."
"Oh, don't tell me he actually brought you the gun."
His smile was the only one she will see today.
"I like your father."
"He likes you too."
"I am not sure. My father didn't like me, why would he?"
"Your parents were scared, they didn't know what it was?"
"Me too."
A/N:So this is the start, a little glimpse in everyone's life.
I hope you liked it. Your thoughts?
Sense8 lovers try to guess who plays who. Let's see how many get it correct.