JD: To be honest I wasn't going to write this then I figure why not have Shiny moments in X-Men and why not have X-Men crazy people regularly in my other stories? ONLY WAY TO DO THAT PROPERLY is with this story publish. I will only work on this when I can and hopefully get a new Kindle so easier to work on. I done most of this by kindle. Edit and Beta by CLM and Sparkygoesboom also my lovely sister Jess who's not on here sadly. I LOVE YOU MISS DOOMSDAY!
Finding Family
Chapter One:
Amber
I sat on the floor waiting for anything at all. I love to do this but this is getting even on my nerves. How am I suppose to greet the new kids at the orphanage if they are late or never show? Leaning against the wall I sigh. This isn't the job of an eight year old. Yes I am only eight and yet I am more mature than most twenty year old.
I went to the sign in paper and sign myself in and clocked it before the woman behind the desk yelled at me. We're allowed to wander the town and buy whatever we want with the money we earn from chores. We just have to sign out and in when leaving and coming back.
Harper G.
Harper G? What type of name is that anyway? I sigh to myself as I lean against the wall looking out the window wondering where this new kid is. I have no idea if it's a girl or boy age or anything else. All I am to do is find them, show them around then send them to the Lady and Sir of the houses to get place into a room.
A girl with black hair and red, fire-like, streaks walk to the door. She's about two years younger than myself. She wore a baggy sweatshirt that look more like a dress on her and a stick. We aren't starved here but whatever we do gain in winter we lose by summer from chores. "H-hell-hello." She stuttered out looking to the woman who looked down at her from the tip of her glasses. The girl starts to freak out slightly and I felt sorry for her. I knew, guess from seeing it so much, how she felt. I've grown up from time of a baby in the system. Never knew my parents only the Lady and Sir.
"Hello. Are you the kid that suppose to come here today?" I asked stepping up to my duty.
She look up to me and I then saw the bruises on her neck. "Y-yes." she stutter out and then pull the sweater tighter. Poor kid. Wait what am I saying I'm a kid!?
"I'm here to show you around and to the Matrons of the houses." I told her and led her down the school part of the halls. "This is pre-k and k." I pointed at the two doors. One was multi-color with hand prints, the other had pictures the kindergartner drew.
After showing her around we got to the room that connects the two houses. Knocking then an older woman answer the door. She's not old really, she's in her late twenties. Her husband was working on some paperwork, probably grading papers.
She let us in and told me to stay. She went to a mini refrigerator and got out two bottle of Hi-C.
~*~*~*THREE YEARS LATER*~*~*~
I sat on the table listening to the tape player. It is an old Alabama tape that belong to Sir. He and the Lady both have told me to call them dad and mom. I can't it feels wrong. I have no father or mother.
While I listen to the music I laid down on the outside table. It's not a picnic table its a wooden craft table the seniors made for us last year. They also made us chairs for it too.
Yawning I just watch thee clouds letting the warm but not hot heat was over me. I look to the clouds and then turn my head to where the leaves are piled up waiting be put into bags. I love Fall. It's warm getting cold but not freezing yet. To bathe in the sun is fun and relaxing.
I then heard a scream? I jolt up and looked around till my eyes fell on a girl I knew. Her black hair with fire-like streaks that are completely natural. I jump up and went to where she was. She was corner but a few of the 'normal school' kids. They went to the high school that is up the road. We aren't allowed to go there because we don't have enough money to.
"What's going on?" I asked getting closer. They are about sixteen or so, she's only nine.
"Freak!" One yelled throwing a rock at her and she start to scream. I saw the tears, they were tears of blood. I wanted to run over to her and hold her. Something told me how much pain she's in and I want to do something to help her. I want to stop them. I want to cry myself.
I reach up and felt I was crying. The pain she had I did to. Sir always said I always felt what others did because I was to emphatic to others. I wanted to help her but I don't know how. How can I stop this?
No time to think. Another boy pick up a rock and getting ready to throw it at her. I ran with arms wide open back to them facing Amber. When the rock hit me, I scream. It hurt and I scream as loud as I can. I knew if I did so this close to the orphanage the Lady or Sir will surely hear me and run out to find out what's going on. Or at least I hope so.
Not even a full minute pass and Sir was running out and chasing them away. The Lady came over to us and kneel down by Amber. She saw the tears of blood and slightly panic. Sir came back with a sore shoulder then called 9-11 by his bulky cell-phone he keeps on him at all times.
Five minutes later Sir had me and Amber in the ambulance getting looked over. They told the Lady and Sir to make an appointment for Amber at the local hospital but they believe she has Haemolacria. "What's haremola?" Amber asked the nice man.
"Haemolacria is what makes you cry red." He said to her softly. "It's something that can mean something bad or maybe even just be simple case of something unfix-able but not bad." He was leveling down to her level. That's so sweet.
"Oh." She said pulling at her sleeves more. She has scars all over her arms, I've seen then before only reason I know about them.
~*~*~*A WEEK LATER*~*~*~
Amber came home with a weird look and a sucker in her mouth. I sat in the front with the leaves around me and a book in my lap. I was reading but couldn't stay interested in it, kept worrying about Amber. "You are finally back!" I am relieve.
"Yeah." She said softly.
"So what's wrong? Why do you have haemolacria?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I don't understand. They say unfix-able and nothing to worry about but I don't understand." She said shaking her head.
Frowning I wrap my arms around her and we walked away. She's a strange kid but it's fine because I know her past. She sees things like how you would think an alien would or maybe someone from another time. She thinks that everyone has good in them and stuff like that.
Sir went out in the backyard where we are and went to the table putting down a radio. It's an older type but still usable. He normally leaves it inside and slip in a tape. I was expecting something along the lines as Alabama but to my surprise it wasn't. The song was guitar, electric and surprise me. I know this song. I smile to Sir as he ran and slide in to us. "Come on girls." He said grabbing my hand in one and took Amber's in the other and we started to dance with him spinning and jumping to the Poison song.
"And it's all because your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock n' roll. Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock n' roll." He sang off-key and we laugh as we started to sing along with him. By the end of the song we were all laughing so hard. He always knows how to cheer us up.
~*~*~*Seven Years Later*~*~*~
I walked along side of my friend. Her long black wavy hair with red streaks stood out against her pale skin. She's outside more then anyone else I know but always so pale. She is beautiful and more so when it's Fall or Winter time. Her skin seems to glow when the weather is starting to get cold or is cold.
"Can we go there?" Amber asked me softly pointing the way to a hot-dog stand. She's hungry. "Please, Reprah." she slightly beg. Reprah is my name backwards. I smile to her and nod my head. She stop from running and pout. I reach in to my pocket and took out my wallet handing it to her. She doesn't keep money herself she ends up sending it all to charities so I never mind buying her things like something to eat when we visit New York. We right now are in the park and a girl with flaming red hair and green eyes watch us with a bald man. He's in a wheelchair and she's behind him pushing him and looks like they are talking but he's not. Strange.
Amber came back with two hot-dogs and hand me mine and I smile and walked with her to a park bench. "Did you ever figure out if you were moving in with me at the apartment or staying at the orphanage?" I asked curious about what she wants to do. The apartments are right across the street just down the road some from where we grew up. She smile to me and nod her head.
"Reprah, wants me to go I will go indeed." She said with a smile and hug my arm. I wrap my arms around her and held her close. She's the only family I know of, though we are not blood.
She smile down to her and curl closer to her. A good breeze went by and made leaves go everywhere along with our hair. We laugh together and decide to get up and start walking. As we did we saw a girl in ratty clothes sitting on the ground by a tree. She have a book that is so badly abused it look like it was falling apart and had pages missing. She was reading it and playing with a clothe bracelet that looks handmade. She has redish brown almost maroon color hair with hazel green eyes. They look so sad, her eyes.
Her hair is only shoulder length and she has cuts on her neck and cheek from what looks like running into a rose bush or something. She look around and her eyes land on me. For a moment I felt fear then notice it wasn't my fear I felt. I decide to start walk over to her. I try to show I didn't mean her any harm by turning to Amber. "Get another hot-dog please." I told my younger friend. She nod and ran off to get another hot-dog. This girl was my age if not maybe, doubtful, older. She looks seventeen maybe eighteen.
"W-what do you want?" The girl slightly stutter at first then shot me a death glare look pulling her book to her chest.
"What are you reading?" I asked softly getting low to her eye level, she is on the ground reading under a nice colorful tree.
"It... It is stupid." She said looking down at the ratty book.
"Name please?" I asked softly. She look up and notice, really notice me. I could tell way she was looking at me it was different to then what most do. She knew I was different.
"It's call, My Side of the Mountain." She pull it closer to her closing her eyes. It looks like she's remembering something she wish not to.
"Well Amber will be back soon with a hot-dog for you." I smile to her. Her eyes lit up slightly.
"You are buying me food? But I can't pay you back." She looks worried. I can tell she is and it deeply bothersome but not to me.
"Don't worry about paying me back." I smile and stood up. I help her up and we walked to the bench. "I am Harper." I introduce myself and she smile softly.
"I am Myra but everyone calls me Ray." She said lowly.
Amber came back and hand the girl, Ray, the hot-dog then sat beside me leaning against my arm. "This is my_" I stop for a moment looking down at her then smile. "This is my little sister, Amber." Amber's eyes lit up slightly and snuggle closer to me and smile to Ray.
"Hi." She said happily and Ray slightly waved taking out a second book. The cover I knew.
"Numbering the Stars?" Amber asked happily.
"Yes. I only own two books." She said handing both to Amber. "Please be careful they all I have besides three outfits." She said worriedly.
"It's fine we understand. We are both orphans. Harper and I are getting an apartment soon too." She open the cover of the second book and notice something written on the inside but so badly smudged I couldn't read what it said. It looks like smut from when a fire break out or something.
"Oh?" She asked softly.
"Yeah. Why don't you come with us to our home and we can get you set up with the Lady and Sir to get a temporary room?" I decide to try to help her. She smile and nod, agreeing.
JD: Hope you enjoyed it ^.^ Please Review it might help me with trying to get through this story cause like I said I wasn't going to write this just decide to do so out of random.
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