The Fosters - Chapter 0 - Prologue
Life was particularily normal for our family the day the box came down from the sky.
My mother, Tia, was watering the flowers out back, and my grandpa was watching the game on our new flatscreen TV. My five brothers were playing basketball in the driveway, and I, Bethie Robbins, was sitting in my room, grounded for sneaking out with the neighbour boy. A seemingly normal, boring, two-week wait in the small box that was my room.
Unless you have friends to see.
I was pondering ways to get out the window by sundown without getting caught by the ever-present neighbour Mrs. MacKinnon when suddenly I felt a tug at the back of my neck. It was right between my shoulder blades, like when you get caught in a spider web and you try to break free. I shrugged it off and looked around, my grey eyes searching for a spider web. Then I looked up.
Curiosity killed the cat, right?
A blue box was floating above me, spinning, it's open flaps facing me. I just happened to glance in the mirror of my closet when I saw that I was not on the bed anymore, but sitting mid-air, being sucked into this cold, airless vortex.
I wish I could have screamed.
Instead, I gasped, turned and grappled for something to hold me down. I was too high up, so I shook my head franitcally, tears welling in my eyes, and tried to swim my way out of the vortex. Maybe I was being abducted by aliens. Maybe I was going to see Bella Goth! The wonder of that made me stop my struggle and I just let myself be sucked into the cubed vortex.
Bad mistake.
Pain shot through me, and I felt like I was being turned inside-out. I couldn't see anything but darkness, and my voice seemed to have vanished. Everything seemed to have vanished. It was like I was going through a portal to another world.
Like I was a ghost, in limbo forever.
Suddenly I heard a bing, and some sharp clicking followed by the sound of typing. A room popped up before me, with a podium and a bunch of buttons beside it. The podium was lit by floorlamps. Everything was of a blue hue, like the box was. Suddenly, in the middle of my wonderment, I was thrust into that lit space by an unseen force.
What did I do to deserve this?
