So here's the next installment! I really do enjoy writing this...but I do want to clear something up. I'm sorry if this gave off the wrong, ah, vibe. I realized that it looked like something that'd make anyone skeptical. I promise it gets better, plus the chapters will get longer. I just need to work a bit more on the story to get the right vibe down. Anyway, I'll stop boring with you with this long author's note...Happy reading, and please review!
July of 1999
It was the summer of 1999. A strawberry-blonde girl was playing with her only two friends in the entire Wammy's House. Adelaide Richardson, or currently known as Alva, kicked the soccer ball to her friend Matt, who wasn't paying attention. Completely distracted by his video games, he was hit in the hand with the ball, making him drop his handheld.
He looked up at the two blondes, Alva and Mello, who were doubling over in laughter at his annoyed expression. Those two are too much alike… he thought to himself, picking up his console and restarting the game. Meanwhile, Mello and Alva continued their game of one-on-one soccer until all the children were called in for lunch.