This chapter tells you a lot of things about Jayde. The first part takes place during a dream. Don't own anything.

They were sitting in the front seats of a small car. She turned around; her chocolate eyes bore into mine. She smiled and spoke to me with a kind, soothing voice.

"Did you have a fun time at the movies, sweetie?" she asked.

I nodded. The man in the driver's seat turned around as well.

"It looks like Sean had a good time too." He said, referring to my five year old brother sitting in the car seat next to mine. He was sleeping soundly. We laughed and I took a good look at them. They looked young, and happy. They looked at us with love and pride, and that picture was one I would keep in my memory forever.

The man started the car and we drove into the night. We were talking and laughing. Then I heard it, a loud car horn, the screech of tires, and then a crash. After that, it all went black.

I woke up from the horrible nightmare drenched in sweat. I sat up quickly and got off of my bed, running to the bathroom. Turning on the light, I looked down at my leg. There, right above my knee, remained a scar.

Sean and I were hospitalized for three days. I suffered from a broken leg and a mild concussion. Sean was pretty banged up too, but not as bad as I was. The couple sitting in the front seats wasn't so lucky. I remember that night clear as day. That night, the car my family was in was hit by a drunk driver. That was the night my parents died.

I looked at the scar again. I hated that scar. All I kept from the accident was a little puckered skin. Why couldn't my parents be that lucky? I suddenly remembered the argument I had with myself that night my powers developed.

I was sitting aside Sean's hospital bed, when the Professor came in. He spoke with a soft tone of voice, trying not to upset me any more than I already was.

"Hello Jayde. Are you alright?" he asked.

I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped my tears and nodded my head. I hated being thought of as weak. The Professor then told me about what just occurred and his school for "gifted" students. I listened in silence until the very end. I didn't want to believe him, but a part of me knew that he was trying to help. I told him I'd think about it, and he left without any arguments. I stayed by my brother's side all night, thinking.

After the car accident, Sean and I were placed in the care of foster parents. Before we met them, we made a pack. That no matter what happened; we'd have each other's back. We'd always be Team Shields. Our foster parents were wonderful. They loved us as if we were their real children, and were always very supportive. We stuck together. If I had a gymnastics tournament, they'd be in the stands with Sean, cheering me on. If Sean had a hockey game, I'd go out on the streets with him and we'd practice.

Like regular siblings, we got into fights. But we always resolved it by the end of the day. Then, it happened. The next morning in the hospital, Sean woke up. Relieved, we talked and laughed and all was well. After he got his medication, I explained to him what the Professor had told me. I told him I didn't want to go, but he intervened.

"You should go." He said hoarsely.

I shook my head. I couldn't leave Sean. What if something happened? We had to stick together.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he replied, "I'll be fine. You have more important things to worry about than me. You'd better go to this school so this doesn't happen every time we fight."

I sighed. Despite being a huge jock, Sean always looked at things the right way. I always turned to him for advice.

So here I was, standing in the middle of the bathroom. I looked down at my scar again. Although it served as a reminder of that fateful night, it also reminded me of something else. It reminded me that no matter what situation we were in, family sticks together. If Sean and I could bounce back from the accident after all these years, then I could bounce back after my lapse of control. I'm going to learn how to control my powers, not just to protect me and my family, but others as well. I looked at the mirror and smiled.

Hope you thought this chapter was okay. Kinda sad, I know. But unfortunately these things happen. Sorry to anyone who thought this was a bit intense.