Jules Melody: The Voice of Change

by iPsychotic

Jules, was in a word unique, along with her little sister Day, she lives with her idiotic step parents. But that soon changes when Jules power comes to the picture and threatens both her and her sister's lives, she knows that they must go to a safer place. But along the way they come upon a camp who try to help discover wo their parents really are! Who is Jules Melody?

1. Chapter 1

Jules POV

I raced from the alley way, hoping that "it" wouldn't catch up to me. I paused and hid to catch my struggling breath, I relayed what had happened over the past few moments…..

Flashback

I was a somewhat difficult child, unique in every way possible to the annoyance of my foster parents, I was I nuisance that they couldn't get rid of for the fact that they were sucking up to all their friends. There friends would constantly ask," How do you handle the two of those delinquents," or," You are impressive people!" But in truth they were monsters who shoved my little sister and I into our blank rooms for the possibility of people seeing us. My name, Jules Melody, or so I am to my current knowledge was the only thing that connected me to my real family. I have long straight hair that reached the bottom of my back and high rosy cheeks accompanied by full lips, but people have known me for the colors of my eyes. One eye was as black as night while the other eye was a strong piercing grey, my sister thinks there my best feature but I never really cared that much. Speaking of my sister, her name is Day Melody and the exact opposite in everything to the point that we are guaranteed to be sisters. She has the lightest blonde hair you could have ever seen and like me had two different eye colors, one a radiant golden and the other a serene and calm grey, guess it runs in the family. Anyway, my sister and I were lying on our beds, hiding from our idiotic step-parents, when I started to hum a simple tune; this simple action was my biggest mistake. You see if there was anything that I was proud of it would be my voice, people have said that I could sing better than any singer combined, and you know what, they were right, for this gift wasn't just a simple preforming trick, it was my weapon as well. But at the time I had only began to come to terms with my ability, but understanding it was a totally different matter.