Chapter 1 :Powers
Disclaimer: I don't own papa roach's "Getting away with murder" but I do own Alle.
It was my Birthday. Sweet. Of course then I had no clue that I was even gifted with any talent whatsoever. My foster cousins hated me but they still gave me damn good present:
A phone, a camera, body jewelry, cd's and a boom box, an assortment of chains, lip gloss , blush, body glitter, eye shadow, and a few phony eye and nose rings. Sweetness to the fifth power. Even though I was turning 11 and everyone thought that a b-day cake was way retro ,I still demanded one. But unlike very other birthday I had ever had, this one wouldn't turn out ordinary. I bent over the chocolate fudge cake (my fave flavor) , staring a bunch of corny relighting candles. They (by they I mean my foster parents, my foster cousins just hummed) sang the traditional b-day song. I silently prayed someone wouldn't sneak up behind me and dunk me head first into my cake. I closed my eyes, awaiting the moment I got to make a wish . Finally the second came. I wish I had an adventure that didn't end.
One big inhale and exhale of put those candles out..for good. Everyone around me gasped. I opened my eyes to see what was so wrong. There in front of me, was the cake, only it was frozen solid. Even The flames were frozen in place, just waiting to be blown out. " what the hell happened to the cake?!?" my foster aunt acted like I had just strangled an elderly man. " I do-" I started, but then she butted in again, "well, um, happy birthday. We, uh, b-better get going, farewell.. uh.. stay happy." She ushered her bewildered children out of the house. "Um, sweety , what just happened?" was all my mom said as my foster dad just went upstairs and went to bed 3 hours earlier than he used to. I felt so alone on what was supposed to be a happy cheerful day. I stared at her innocently. "mom I seriously don't know." I answered.
"well if there is something you want , don't hesitate to tell me honey. Ok?" A promise. Yay. "I will mom." She followed my dad and also went to bed. My attention turned backed to the cake.. Why on god's green earth did my breath turn my cake to ice? Oh well, tomorrow I'm sure my life'll go back to normal. Hopefully. I was pretty steamed that my aunt and her kids bounced when things got a little out of routine. On second thought she always does that. Exhausted from the excitement from today , I dragged my treasures to my room, plopped them on my computer desk and flopped on the bed,in attempts to fall asleep. Not working. Lazily I turned on my mp3. P. roach's voice blasted through the earphones. " getting away,getting away,getting away,getting away getting away with murder." This always put me to sleep. My eyelids creaked shut and I was suddenly thrown into a dream…only to find out that it turned into a nightmare.
I hope you guys enjoyed it!!!! Ticklegasm- the next few chapps will be very cool. Claws2- my first entry wasn';t a chapp it was a rolugue but ur review got my thinking about the tenth chap. Thanks reviewers, you giys r cool!! - rae's sis 4 ever