"Sakura and Artemis, this is your room." Jean showed them to their room.
It looked just like the boys'. "The rest of you, this way." Jean led the
rest off down the hall way. Sakura and Artemis put their stuff on their
beds, and began to unpack. Artemis pulled out a vase, but it slipped from
her grasp (srry if you don't have a vase!) and headed for the floor. She
waited for the sickening crash, but it didn't come. Using her electric
power, Sakura had caught it. She raised it up for Artemis to grab. She
did. (duh, I'm so dumb sometimes).
"Thank you." She smiled shyly.
"No problem." Sakura returned, also smiling shyly. They went back to packing. "So... your name is Artemis? That's an interesting name."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"No offense or anything!" Sakura looked nervous.
"Don't worry, none taken." She smiled reassuringly. Sakura looked relieved. There was no more talk after that.
'It is an interesting name. That's why I picked it.' Artemis thought. And with that thought, her past came rushing back to her.
!!!!!!!!!! FLASHBACK !!!!!!!!!!!
"Riska! Riska, time for dinner!"
"Coming mom!" A ten year old girl with long blonde hair stood up from her garden. For a ten year old, the garden was amazing. There were all types of flowers, all taken care of expertly. She dusted off her jeans and headed toward the house. She washed her hands and sat down at the table with her parents.
"Where you out in that garden again? I think it's really unhealthy to spend that much time with a bunch of flowers." Riska just rolled her eyes at her fathers comment. He said this practically everday.
"Come now, dear. She keeps up in school and has plenty of friends. Just leave the girl alone." Riska smiled gratefully at her mother.
Darn. I have to remember to take out the trash.
"Don't worry Dad, I already took it out."
"What?"
"The trash. I already took it out."
"How did you know I was thinking about the trash?"
"You just said so, silly!"
"Honey, he didn't say anything..."
"Of course he did! I heard him."
"I didn't say anything. What's wrong with you?"
"N-nothing." Riska started to get afraid.
"Maybe we should take her to go see a doctor."
"You... you think I'm... you think there's something wrong with me?"
"Well, Riska. It's not everyday that a little girl can read minds." This made Riska mad. She looked at her lap, fury seething.
"What the-"There was a crack as a large vine forced it's way up through the floor. It wrapped around the table and broke it in two. Riska's mother and father jumped up and backed away, while Riska remained sitting.
"I-I think she's doing it!" Her dad cried.
"Riska! Riska, please stop honey!" At this, Riska looked up, and seemed to notice the plant for the first time.
'Woah, did I do that?'
She's a freak!
"Dad! I can't believe you think that!" Riska jumped up, and ran to her room, slamming the door.
"What are we going to do?"
"Riska, hon, your father and I have something to tell you."
"What?" Riska was once again sitting at the kitchen table. Her parents stood up, but at a safe distance. It was a week after the "accident", and her parents hadn't said anything about it. Her dad had fixed the floor, doing it himself so that no one else would find out. They had kept Riska home from school that entire week.
"Riska, we've decided, to send you to live with your aunt."
"What?!?" She yelled, jumping up. He parents backed away, clinging to each other.
"Really Riska, it's for the best."
"I can't believe you would do this to me." She whispered, tears in her eyes. She slowly turned and walked up to her room.
"Hey, you lazy slob! Get your fat a up! It's time for you to go to work!"
"Yes Aunt, I'm up."
"Stupid girl." A now 15 year old Riska sat brushing her hair. She sighed heavily, and got ready to go to the circus. Her aunt had put her there to make money off of her. She would stand in front of a crowd, growing flowers before the audiences very eyes. They would usually applaud. But there were some who would laugh and jeer, and call her a freak.
'Someday...' she thought 'Someday I'll run away! I'll live my own life!'
A single tear rolled down Artemis's face. She had run away, when she was 17, and started over again. She'd changed her name and begun a new life. Now she would begin again, here at the Institute.
"Hey, are you okay?" Sakura asked, worriedly.
"Yes, Yes, I'm fine. Just reminiscing."
"Okay... if your sure..." Sakura replied, doubtfully.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for caring."
"Well, I'm going to go exploring. See ya later!" Sakura called, walking out the door.
"Bye..." Artemis watched her leave. Yes, she was starting again, but this time, she wasn't alone.
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'Wow, it's really pretty here...' Sakura thought absent minded as she walked over the grounds. She spied on Alex and Amara for a minute. She smiled as she watched him flirting with her. She decided to leave them alone, and head inside.
After walking around, she found a room full of computers.
"Oh! Technology!" She immediately sat down and booted up one.
(One Hour Later)
Sakura was still in that room, glued to the computer. She had checked her email, and was now playing games.
"Hey, wacha doin?" Sakura whirled around to see Alex standing there.
"Oh! Uh... nothing much. Just playing a game."
"Can I play?"
"Sure!"
And so the game ensued.
"Thank you." She smiled shyly.
"No problem." Sakura returned, also smiling shyly. They went back to packing. "So... your name is Artemis? That's an interesting name."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"No offense or anything!" Sakura looked nervous.
"Don't worry, none taken." She smiled reassuringly. Sakura looked relieved. There was no more talk after that.
'It is an interesting name. That's why I picked it.' Artemis thought. And with that thought, her past came rushing back to her.
!!!!!!!!!! FLASHBACK !!!!!!!!!!!
"Riska! Riska, time for dinner!"
"Coming mom!" A ten year old girl with long blonde hair stood up from her garden. For a ten year old, the garden was amazing. There were all types of flowers, all taken care of expertly. She dusted off her jeans and headed toward the house. She washed her hands and sat down at the table with her parents.
"Where you out in that garden again? I think it's really unhealthy to spend that much time with a bunch of flowers." Riska just rolled her eyes at her fathers comment. He said this practically everday.
"Come now, dear. She keeps up in school and has plenty of friends. Just leave the girl alone." Riska smiled gratefully at her mother.
Darn. I have to remember to take out the trash.
"Don't worry Dad, I already took it out."
"What?"
"The trash. I already took it out."
"How did you know I was thinking about the trash?"
"You just said so, silly!"
"Honey, he didn't say anything..."
"Of course he did! I heard him."
"I didn't say anything. What's wrong with you?"
"N-nothing." Riska started to get afraid.
"Maybe we should take her to go see a doctor."
"You... you think I'm... you think there's something wrong with me?"
"Well, Riska. It's not everyday that a little girl can read minds." This made Riska mad. She looked at her lap, fury seething.
"What the-"There was a crack as a large vine forced it's way up through the floor. It wrapped around the table and broke it in two. Riska's mother and father jumped up and backed away, while Riska remained sitting.
"I-I think she's doing it!" Her dad cried.
"Riska! Riska, please stop honey!" At this, Riska looked up, and seemed to notice the plant for the first time.
'Woah, did I do that?'
She's a freak!
"Dad! I can't believe you think that!" Riska jumped up, and ran to her room, slamming the door.
"What are we going to do?"
"Riska, hon, your father and I have something to tell you."
"What?" Riska was once again sitting at the kitchen table. Her parents stood up, but at a safe distance. It was a week after the "accident", and her parents hadn't said anything about it. Her dad had fixed the floor, doing it himself so that no one else would find out. They had kept Riska home from school that entire week.
"Riska, we've decided, to send you to live with your aunt."
"What?!?" She yelled, jumping up. He parents backed away, clinging to each other.
"Really Riska, it's for the best."
"I can't believe you would do this to me." She whispered, tears in her eyes. She slowly turned and walked up to her room.
"Hey, you lazy slob! Get your fat a up! It's time for you to go to work!"
"Yes Aunt, I'm up."
"Stupid girl." A now 15 year old Riska sat brushing her hair. She sighed heavily, and got ready to go to the circus. Her aunt had put her there to make money off of her. She would stand in front of a crowd, growing flowers before the audiences very eyes. They would usually applaud. But there were some who would laugh and jeer, and call her a freak.
'Someday...' she thought 'Someday I'll run away! I'll live my own life!'
A single tear rolled down Artemis's face. She had run away, when she was 17, and started over again. She'd changed her name and begun a new life. Now she would begin again, here at the Institute.
"Hey, are you okay?" Sakura asked, worriedly.
"Yes, Yes, I'm fine. Just reminiscing."
"Okay... if your sure..." Sakura replied, doubtfully.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for caring."
"Well, I'm going to go exploring. See ya later!" Sakura called, walking out the door.
"Bye..." Artemis watched her leave. Yes, she was starting again, but this time, she wasn't alone.
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'Wow, it's really pretty here...' Sakura thought absent minded as she walked over the grounds. She spied on Alex and Amara for a minute. She smiled as she watched him flirting with her. She decided to leave them alone, and head inside.
After walking around, she found a room full of computers.
"Oh! Technology!" She immediately sat down and booted up one.
(One Hour Later)
Sakura was still in that room, glued to the computer. She had checked her email, and was now playing games.
"Hey, wacha doin?" Sakura whirled around to see Alex standing there.
"Oh! Uh... nothing much. Just playing a game."
"Can I play?"
"Sure!"
And so the game ensued.