Here is the new story, which I am extremely excited to have two different stories now! One person said they wanted it, so here it is! Thank you very much for reading! If you haven't already, check out my other story, Can't Sing?
Kennedy twiddled her thumbs in the back of that black Sedan, having extreme anxiety. This poor orphaned girl had been living her life the past nine years in an orphanage. Sure, they were treated alright, but she had always dreamed of being adopted. She waited years, sitting on her bed, just thinking. She imagined the reunion with her family, the other kids calling her crazy. She was said to be delusional, for believing that she could ever be adopted at such an old age.
She could see it now. She would walked out from the car, seeing a brunette mother in an apron, holding out a plate of cookies. A father in a business suit, smiling upon the arrival of his daughter. She thought about how she would run to them and hug them, tightly, tighter than how she had hugged her pillow in the middle of a thunderstorm. She imagined the beautiful room she would have, all to herself, instead of the six bunk beds spread out in a crowded room. She could see her mother sitting down after school, helping her with an extremely hard math problem, gently teaching her the methods of learning to make the long division problem into a simple two numbered answer. She could think of how it would be to dive after the ball as her father kicked it into a net, cheering and laughing. She imagined how it might feel to actually feel love instead of the phony pity from the rich snobs who came to show how they were opening a charity works and hoped the orphans might volunteer. She would always decline.
The car's accelerator had the weight lifted, slowly slowing down to a stop. Instead of an old-fashioned gabled roof and small porch, an arch cobblestone path leading through flowers up to a beautifully crafted door, there was no porch, no yard, and the modern-styled house was pulled up right at the corner. The tall three story house loomed over the girl, as she trembled from the car. Instead of tan and bright, the house was painted a light grey, giving a depressing feeling.
She rolled her suitcase slowly, her legs feeling like jelly. The parents could still be nice, right? Her dreams of decoration should have been a hint. She felt time slow down, her finger looming over the doorbell as she pulled away.
"Jessie, do I have to?" She asked the ginger, her voice a stutter. She felt like she was a victim in a horror movie, walking into her death place. The paint almost looked like a tombstone.. no!
"Don't worry, Kennedy, everything will be alright. I mean, this is your dream." Jessie told her soothingly, and she quickly pushed the doorbell. She didn't want hesitation to stop her from her dream, even if it might be an extremely scary house hovering above her.
She nodded, shaking the fear from her head as the locks slowly opened, revealing a blonde man with a long mane of tangled hair, blue eyes annoyed with an interruption.
"Oh, dude, come on in." he said, waving her in. This man had the build of a surfer, and even spoke like it. There was plenty of trash strewn around, and the place reeked of alcohol and tobacco. Dozens of half-eaten pizzas laid in mould-stained shag carpet, growing mushrooms and other bacterial fungus.
She heard screaming and two four year old boys raced down the oily stairs, one of them slipping and tumbling down, taking the other down too. Their ginger hair hung in their bright green eyes. One of them was a shade darker than the other, and they shrieked in delight as they slid down the coffee table and jumped Jessie, tackling her down.
A sixteen year old girl walked in from the kitchen, face chatting with someone. Her hair was bleached white, and she had more makeup on then a clown. She had headphones on, music blaring through them. She recognised the beat from some song she had heard on the radio station.
"Ugh, Rachel! You should tell your sister to not weird plaid, duh! Maybe, try to get her to wear some silk, maybe even some expensive-" She stopped and took the headphones out when she saw Kennedy, scoffing. "Oh, honey, please say you don't think that outfit is okay, I have nothing to say to someone who wears something that hideous."
She gestured towards her green and white plaid flannel shirt, open three buttons to a purple tank top. It hung off the shoulder, and around her neck was a locket, the last thing her mother gave her before she died. She had on jeans, ripped in two places and worn away to almost white from overuse. She had on Converse, red and falling apart at the seams, and in about five places you could see orange and purple striped socks. She looked at the loosely tied shoes in shame, being told off, burned badly by the sister she never wanted.
"You know, you may have come here for a true family, one that will love you, maybe you didn't even want siblings, but that is not what you are getting." A dark voice said, and a boy with shaggy black hair and was dressed in all black, such pale, almost white, skin, and eyes so dark they could have been black came out from the shadows.
"You talk?" The diva girl asked in shock. He only nodded and dragged Kennedy back as she realised Jessie had already left without saying goodbye. Of course, she cares about me, and doesn't even say goodbye. What a great way to leave the girl who might just run back to her again. She thought bitterly as the deathboy began talking again, who couldn't have been more than eleven years of age.
"You have been brought here so they can look good. They don't care about us kids. Trust me, you will want to share the room with me, the others are not as good of roommates. Max and I will leave you alone. You were chosen because they could see power in you, perhaps not unlocked yet. But they don't train you. They hope to get you mad, so you will hurt them or one of us. They want to exploit orphans, say that they shouldn't be adopted. They want orphans, and foster children, to be miserable. So, we can help you cage your anger. Don't worry, you won't get caught. Max and I will help you. Oh, by the way, my name is Shadow." Very fitting.
"So, Shadow, where is this Max? Where is your room? What power do I have, and how is it not awakened? How could I have not known about my powers?" She asked him all in one breath, trying to not let the tears fall out of disappointment. She had been expecting a loving mother and caring father to tuck the nine year old in at night, to help with homework, to wake her up in the morning instead of the trumpet Jessie and Cori used to wake up all the orphans in the mornings. She thought to maybe have one younger sibling, who would look up to her, but nothing more. Not how it sounded, like maybe dozens of orphans were packed throughout the house.
They walked up the staircase, being bombarded by two boys racing cars down the railing, and one girl using a seeing stick to locate everything. Kennedy led her safely down the stairs and the girl, who she learned was named Cassie, smiled and gave a thumbs up towards her.
She walked through one of the several white doors along a hallway, and found herself in a small room, no bigger than a closet, with two beds stacked on top of each other. The entire room looked like black paint had rained down here, the only thing any other colour was the window, which looked out on the busy street. Nothing like the window she had hoped for, with a picture view of flower fields, a lake off in the corner and a setting sun casting a pinkish glow over the entire scene.
A girl sat on the bottom bed, waving and making several motions with her hands. Her black hair hung in sheets around her face, behind a very pale face frowned. She was in all black clothes, and she was obviously Shadow's twin. They had the same complexion, the same frown, the same shade of deep brown eyes, the same extremely light pink, almost peach lips.
"What is your power?" Kennedy asked, already thinking she knew the answer but waiting to hear what they had to say. She continued to do the hand gestures, which Kennedy guessed was sign language. She never had any reason to learn it, so she never did learn it.
"We, as twins, share the power. Together, we are powerful enough to raise the dead. Though, it is very risky to do so. The last time we tried, to raise our mother, I ended up in a coma from the power drained from my body. My mother had not wanted to be risen, since she had killed herself, and just.. disappeared, never to be seen by us again. But, we felt as though she had gone back to being dead. People ask us, all the time, to raise their dead parents, but no, we cannot. That incident was only two months ago, and I don't think I am ever going to be able to even live through the next time, so before you ask, no, I cannot raise your dead parents. I am truly sorry, but it cannot be done." At first, she had felt excitement, she had never met her mother and father before, but she was not going to even ask this poor boy to try that for her. "Oh, by the way, Max says welcome, and no Max, I won't tell her that!" She made puppy dog eyes at her brother, her skinny arms coming together to plead, and he hung his head in defeat. "Fine! She says you have a lot of power radiating from you. You haven't unlocked them, but once you have, there is no turning back. She told me that you have the most power of everyone here. You can survive jumping off that balcony, even. She wants you to try, and she threatened that if you don't, she will push you off it, so I suggest you do it."
It was hard to take all that information in. So many questions buzzed around her head, but first, she stepped up to the balcony, the fourth floor balcony, and looked down. She saw the tops of leafy trees, and knew that she would die from the impact of the fall, and gulped. Especially since the backyard was actually off a cliff, which made things that much scarier. She stepped on top of the railing, closed her eyes, and jumped.
Branch sat on the couch, his arm wrapped around his wonderful, peppy, bright pink girlfriend. In return, she rested her head up against his shoulder, smiling up at him lovingly. DJ Suki and Guy Diamond sat on the other couch, Guy Diamond staring at his lap, twiddling his thumbs, and Suki looking everywhere but at Guy Diamond. Everyone in the Snack Pack knew that they liked each other, but both of them had denied it almost too quickly.
"So, guys, are we here to look awkward or plan the year aniversary of the Bergans and the Trolls being friends and living in peace and harmony?" the blue troll asked, his girlfriend nodding in agreement on his shoulder. DJ Suki's flushed a bright red, and Guy Diamond's cheeks sparkled light pink glitter, which was much more noticeable since he never was anything but silver, and Branch had to force back a laugh at the sight.
"Okay, so-" Poppy was interrupted by a large crash from outside, which Branch shot straight up from hearing it and raced outside the pod.
"Hi?" a voice said.
Here is the first chapter! I hope you have enjoyed it! Love you all!
~GalaxyMegaGirl