Disclaimer: I forgot this last time. I don't own Charmed, and I don't
really want too.
A/N: My story and A Future Remolded by Pink-Charmed-One are both very much alike. I will not deny it. But, just for anyone who is thinking it, I did not copy off of her story! This story had been in my mind forever and I finally decided to put it up when I saw that hers was doing so well. I already have 5 chapters written up and I have had them for a while now, so nothing from her story was copied into mine. Anyone who still has any questions or still thinks that I copied, then please e-mail me and I will explain everything. Read her story A Future Remolded!! It's good!!!
"Wake up!" Faye screamed at the top of her lungs. The ten boys in her room quickly shot up, looking around for the danger. When they heard her giggling, they all sighed.
"Faye, how many times have we told you, Terri will wake us up. You don't need to scream." Hunter told her.
"But its fun." She countered, flopping down on his bed, snuggling up to her 'older brother.'
"Your twelve, aren't you supposed to be more mature then that?" John asked. Faye simply stuck out her tongue. She was spoiled by the boys in her room, so she had no reason to grow up. They all treated her as if she was the ruler of the world.
Terri walked into the room, wearing a smile. "I see everyone is up, thank you Faye." Faye gave a proud smile. "Now, everyone get dressed. And John, no jokes this time!" Everyone gave small laughs. Last time someone came to adopt, he had dressed up like a girl and spoke in a high pitched voice until the couple quickly ran out the door. "Faye, you come with me." She jumped off the bed and left with Terri. A girl couldn't change in a room full of guys.
"Now to have a fun day." Drake said sarcastically. They all took out they're best cloths out of the one big dresser. Clean blue jeans with clean t-shirts, nothing special, but at least there were no rips and no dirt stains.
"We look like a bunch of kids that are desperate for parents." John told them.
"Isn't that what Terri wants?" Chris asked.
"I think she does. But you never know. Terri like to act like we're orphans." John as the know-it-all bad ass. He acted like he cared about no one but himself, but if one of his 'family' members was in trouble, he was the first one there. He seemed to know everything sometimes. He knew more about life then what most of the kids did. The made Chris look up to him. He was smart, independent, and could handle a bad situation without freaking out.
The boys walked slowly down the stairs, like that would slow time down and help prevent the family from coming. The rest of the kids were all already sitting at the tables, waiting for breakfast. Terri refused to serve anything without everyone at the table; like a family.
They took their seats and everyone got a muffin, four pieces of bacon, and an egg with one glass of orange juice. Today was Wednesday, and for every day of the week there was a specific meal picked out.
"Everyone be on their best behavior, don't act like idiots, don't run around, don't be loud, that sort of thing." Terri gave her usual speech and they all had to listen. By the end, Alesha asked the question that everyone had been wondering about.
"What's up with the disaster over there?" she said, pointing to the living room. A chair was broken with its pieces flown all over, the couch had something yellow and slimy all over it, and a huge burn mark was on the carpet. A huge dent was in the wall where it looked like a human had been slammed into it.
Terri cleared her throat. "Nothing really. Just an accident." That was her way of saying 'don't ask anymore.' This seemed to happen all of the time. Burn marks on the ground, loud noises at night, slim everywhere, and things destroyed. Terri refused to tell how they got there.
Breakfast was finished the dishes washed and the living room cleaned. The chair was swept up and thrown away, the hole in the wall was covered by a blanket nailed on the wall. It looked like it was just there as a decoration. The house was swept up, cleaned and looking its best for the couple.
Everyone was tense and nervous, and the house was filled with his or her worries. They could all feel each other's tension, making them more tense and worried. It seemed to get very hot, so the windows were opened. This happened everytime. They all got so worried and it rubbed off on each other.
When the doorbell rang, they all seemed to jump.
"Okay, their here. Everyone get ready." Terri headed over and opened the door. There stood women with black hair, pulled back into a tight bun. She made eye contact with many of the children, and her eyes were ice cold that seemed to slice through them. They quickly looked away. She had fur wrapped around her shoulders and a black dress with a pearl necklace.
Her husband wore a fancy black suite with a pipe in his mouth, gold rings on his fingers. His eyes were black and when he made eye contact, the children became afraid.
"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Darby. How are you today?"
Mrs. Darby seemed to not even hear Terri speak. "To young, to young, to young," she pointed to all of the youngest children. "Take them away."
"Excuse me?" Terri asked.
She snapped her eyes to meet Terri's, as if angry that she had questioned her. "I don't want anything to young. The last thing I want is to change dippers and live with anything that makes to much noise." She said sternly.
"Looks like we might luck out." Chris whispered over to John.
"Anyone who goes with will have the worst life ever." John responded, leaning down to Chris's level. "I've seen people like her before. Some rich chick who thinks she rules the world. You wouldn't be treated like family; you'd be treated like some business deal."
"If shes so rich, then why would she come to a place like this?" Chris asked.
"Because she doesn't want to spend to much money on something she doesn't really want. The only reason she wants a kid is to carry on the family business. You better pray that she doesn't like you." John showed hat he did know more about life than anyone did at that moment. Chris wished that he would be as smart as John.
"He's much to old. To old, to old, to old." She started pointing to the older kids. John was pointed to as well. "Take them away." She ordered once again. "They would never have enough time to learn everything they need to."
"I told you. Good luck." He said. John nudged Chris, like that might help, and then went up the stairs, carrying two of the four-year-olds as he went. Chris looked at Faye who looked back at him. She looked frightened. The first thought that came to Chris was how much of a baby she acted. He was younger than she was but he was still ten times more mature. Why did everyone have to spoiler her?
By the time Mrs. Darby was done, only eight children remained. Chris was the youngest and Faye was the oldest.
"I told you, I don't want a girl. Women can't handle the family business." Mr. Darby told his wife. Faye and the other three girls looked hurt.
"But this one is so cute." Mrs. Darby countered, motioning to Faye who smiled.
"Cute won't help." He said. His wife sighed and once again demanded; "Take them away." The girls jogged away, leaving only five.
"You take it from here." Mrs. Darby said. "Choose the one you think is 'strong looking.'"
Mr. Darby began looking over the remaining boys. He looked intently into each ones eyes, studding them.
"This one is much to weak. He couldn't handle anything." He said. He went down the line, insulting some, giving others mildly good reviews. When he had went through them all, he stood back and looked at them each. "Him." He said, pointing to Travis who was nine like Chris. Travis was known to be tough, but as soon as he was chosen his eyes filled with fear.
"Me?" he squeaked.
Mr. Darby did seem happy with his choice, until he saw the fear and how weak his voice had been.
"No, no, no!" he yelled. "I thought for sure he would be right. Well, I guess I'll just have to go with him." Mr. Darby pointed to Chris.
A/N: My story and A Future Remolded by Pink-Charmed-One are both very much alike. I will not deny it. But, just for anyone who is thinking it, I did not copy off of her story! This story had been in my mind forever and I finally decided to put it up when I saw that hers was doing so well. I already have 5 chapters written up and I have had them for a while now, so nothing from her story was copied into mine. Anyone who still has any questions or still thinks that I copied, then please e-mail me and I will explain everything. Read her story A Future Remolded!! It's good!!!
"Wake up!" Faye screamed at the top of her lungs. The ten boys in her room quickly shot up, looking around for the danger. When they heard her giggling, they all sighed.
"Faye, how many times have we told you, Terri will wake us up. You don't need to scream." Hunter told her.
"But its fun." She countered, flopping down on his bed, snuggling up to her 'older brother.'
"Your twelve, aren't you supposed to be more mature then that?" John asked. Faye simply stuck out her tongue. She was spoiled by the boys in her room, so she had no reason to grow up. They all treated her as if she was the ruler of the world.
Terri walked into the room, wearing a smile. "I see everyone is up, thank you Faye." Faye gave a proud smile. "Now, everyone get dressed. And John, no jokes this time!" Everyone gave small laughs. Last time someone came to adopt, he had dressed up like a girl and spoke in a high pitched voice until the couple quickly ran out the door. "Faye, you come with me." She jumped off the bed and left with Terri. A girl couldn't change in a room full of guys.
"Now to have a fun day." Drake said sarcastically. They all took out they're best cloths out of the one big dresser. Clean blue jeans with clean t-shirts, nothing special, but at least there were no rips and no dirt stains.
"We look like a bunch of kids that are desperate for parents." John told them.
"Isn't that what Terri wants?" Chris asked.
"I think she does. But you never know. Terri like to act like we're orphans." John as the know-it-all bad ass. He acted like he cared about no one but himself, but if one of his 'family' members was in trouble, he was the first one there. He seemed to know everything sometimes. He knew more about life then what most of the kids did. The made Chris look up to him. He was smart, independent, and could handle a bad situation without freaking out.
The boys walked slowly down the stairs, like that would slow time down and help prevent the family from coming. The rest of the kids were all already sitting at the tables, waiting for breakfast. Terri refused to serve anything without everyone at the table; like a family.
They took their seats and everyone got a muffin, four pieces of bacon, and an egg with one glass of orange juice. Today was Wednesday, and for every day of the week there was a specific meal picked out.
"Everyone be on their best behavior, don't act like idiots, don't run around, don't be loud, that sort of thing." Terri gave her usual speech and they all had to listen. By the end, Alesha asked the question that everyone had been wondering about.
"What's up with the disaster over there?" she said, pointing to the living room. A chair was broken with its pieces flown all over, the couch had something yellow and slimy all over it, and a huge burn mark was on the carpet. A huge dent was in the wall where it looked like a human had been slammed into it.
Terri cleared her throat. "Nothing really. Just an accident." That was her way of saying 'don't ask anymore.' This seemed to happen all of the time. Burn marks on the ground, loud noises at night, slim everywhere, and things destroyed. Terri refused to tell how they got there.
Breakfast was finished the dishes washed and the living room cleaned. The chair was swept up and thrown away, the hole in the wall was covered by a blanket nailed on the wall. It looked like it was just there as a decoration. The house was swept up, cleaned and looking its best for the couple.
Everyone was tense and nervous, and the house was filled with his or her worries. They could all feel each other's tension, making them more tense and worried. It seemed to get very hot, so the windows were opened. This happened everytime. They all got so worried and it rubbed off on each other.
When the doorbell rang, they all seemed to jump.
"Okay, their here. Everyone get ready." Terri headed over and opened the door. There stood women with black hair, pulled back into a tight bun. She made eye contact with many of the children, and her eyes were ice cold that seemed to slice through them. They quickly looked away. She had fur wrapped around her shoulders and a black dress with a pearl necklace.
Her husband wore a fancy black suite with a pipe in his mouth, gold rings on his fingers. His eyes were black and when he made eye contact, the children became afraid.
"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Darby. How are you today?"
Mrs. Darby seemed to not even hear Terri speak. "To young, to young, to young," she pointed to all of the youngest children. "Take them away."
"Excuse me?" Terri asked.
She snapped her eyes to meet Terri's, as if angry that she had questioned her. "I don't want anything to young. The last thing I want is to change dippers and live with anything that makes to much noise." She said sternly.
"Looks like we might luck out." Chris whispered over to John.
"Anyone who goes with will have the worst life ever." John responded, leaning down to Chris's level. "I've seen people like her before. Some rich chick who thinks she rules the world. You wouldn't be treated like family; you'd be treated like some business deal."
"If shes so rich, then why would she come to a place like this?" Chris asked.
"Because she doesn't want to spend to much money on something she doesn't really want. The only reason she wants a kid is to carry on the family business. You better pray that she doesn't like you." John showed hat he did know more about life than anyone did at that moment. Chris wished that he would be as smart as John.
"He's much to old. To old, to old, to old." She started pointing to the older kids. John was pointed to as well. "Take them away." She ordered once again. "They would never have enough time to learn everything they need to."
"I told you. Good luck." He said. John nudged Chris, like that might help, and then went up the stairs, carrying two of the four-year-olds as he went. Chris looked at Faye who looked back at him. She looked frightened. The first thought that came to Chris was how much of a baby she acted. He was younger than she was but he was still ten times more mature. Why did everyone have to spoiler her?
By the time Mrs. Darby was done, only eight children remained. Chris was the youngest and Faye was the oldest.
"I told you, I don't want a girl. Women can't handle the family business." Mr. Darby told his wife. Faye and the other three girls looked hurt.
"But this one is so cute." Mrs. Darby countered, motioning to Faye who smiled.
"Cute won't help." He said. His wife sighed and once again demanded; "Take them away." The girls jogged away, leaving only five.
"You take it from here." Mrs. Darby said. "Choose the one you think is 'strong looking.'"
Mr. Darby began looking over the remaining boys. He looked intently into each ones eyes, studding them.
"This one is much to weak. He couldn't handle anything." He said. He went down the line, insulting some, giving others mildly good reviews. When he had went through them all, he stood back and looked at them each. "Him." He said, pointing to Travis who was nine like Chris. Travis was known to be tough, but as soon as he was chosen his eyes filled with fear.
"Me?" he squeaked.
Mr. Darby did seem happy with his choice, until he saw the fear and how weak his voice had been.
"No, no, no!" he yelled. "I thought for sure he would be right. Well, I guess I'll just have to go with him." Mr. Darby pointed to Chris.