Chapter 11

Something cold brushed against her skin as the mattress springs creaked from the added weight. "Shush, don't wake her," a small voice said with a grin across her face. A voice gave an audible response, but couldn't make out what was being said. Snickering followed and this snapped Trixie out of her sleep. She loved the blanket her godmother had given her. And her eyes drifted open only to see a pair of green eyes staring down at her. It took her a moment to realize what she was looking at. In front of her was a little girl who looked to be around the age of four or five. She wore a black shirt with a pink skull on it, a pink skirt, and black leggings. In her hand was a doll, not just any doll. One of her dolls. One of her collector dolls. "Morning Trixie," she said with a small smile on her face.

The girl had black hair that went below her neck that was neatly tied behind her back. She looked towards her right. On her side was another little girl. In front of Trixie was a pair of identical twins. "Morning," the other girl said. She wasn't on the bed but was standing near it. In her room was a pair of identical twins, just like the other pair of twins, but they looked nothing like each other. Ever since getting her godmother a month ago, she had seen two pairs of twins.

"What are you doing in my room?" She asked and pushed the blanket to the sides. "Why are you doing with my doll? That's a collector's item!" Both of the twins looked at one another.

"Oh no she's mad. Run!" With that, the one twin that was on her bed grabbed her sister's hand and dashed out of the room. With her very expensive tail in it, she stumbled on the ground. After regaining her footing she dashed out of her room to see the twins running down a staircase. That wasn't too far from her room.

"Get back here!" She screamed and dashed from the staircase towards the kitchen. Well, both of the twins dashed into the kitchen, but Trixie wasn't paying attention. She was more focused on getting back her collector's item. "Give me my doll!" Both of them dashed behind the legs of an older figure as Trixie walked towards them and paused. She looked up to see her mother standing there sighing. "Mom? When did you get back from Paris?"

That was the first thing that should've rang the bells that something wasn't going right. Both of the twins hide behind her mother's leg; Trixie's mother looked almost identical to her. The biggest difference besides age was her eye colors and certain physical facial features. Other than else Trixie was a near identical-younger clone of her mother. She just sighed, "Haven't I told you two to stay out of her room?" With that, she snatched the doll and handed it back to her. "Now I'm going to ask the question: when did I go to Paris? Second question: where did I get the money to go to Paris?" Trixie blinked in confusion. "Trix, I think you're spending too much time in your room."

"Also," her mother said. "Since when did you play with dolls? I thought you gave them up because it wasn't cool." Trixie frowned at this.

"I don't play with dolls," Trixie said defensively. "This isn't meant to play with. It's a collector's item. It's worth a couple of hundred dollars and if kept up with inflation in two or so years. It will be worth thousands. It was a limited print run." Her mother looked at her confused but didn't respond. She just turned towards the twins which made Trixie focus on them, "Who are they? And what were they doing in my room?"

"They are your sisters," her mother said.

"Wait, did you say sisters? I have sisters? Since when?" She asked in horror, "When was I going to be told?"

"Well they were born about four years and nine months ago to be exact," her mother said. "And they have lived with us since they were born… are you trying to get out of school again? It's not going to work; now then do you want syrup on your pancakes or not?" Trixie blinked as her mother pulled out a plate of pancakes and handed it to her. "Now sit down and eat. You can talk to your sister who you've just noticed that existed. Seriously, you're spending too much time in your room." Trixie wanted to open her mouth, but didn't. She just sat down at the table as her...sisters sat down on the other side of her.

With that, they ate in mostly silence. Her sisters attempted well, one of them anyway attempted to start a conversation but didn't get anywhere. "Trix, don't forget to put your plate in the sink. We don't have any butlers or maids you know," her mother commented when she was done. Trixie paused, "Put your plate in the sink!" She pointed towards the sink and Trixie looked at her mother.

"Wait what?" Trixie asked.

"Trixie were not rich…"

X

The words struck harder than anything else and it was within that very moment she realized her mother was telling the truth. It had never left her more terrified than in that very moment. Her mother scolded her again about the plate which she finally put in the sink. And went exploring. The house had four rooms; one was hers, the other her mother's, and the last one was her siblings. With the final room being an officer for her mother to do 'work'. The house came with two and a half baths; with the main floor, an upper floor, attic, and basement. She spent the rest of the morning exploring and two things became evident. Her godmother was missing, and her family was no longer rich.

She, Trixie Tang was no longer rich. Her wealth and potential popularity vanished along with her godchild. Was this Turner's revenge? That only brought to life her anger for the man who was attempting to ruin it. Two could play at this game; "Trixie are you done wandering the house? The twins have their doctor's appointment and you have to get to school."

"Uhh," Trixie said. Her mother sighed and grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the house. She was mumbling something that left the ten-year-old quit. As she was dragged outside her mother locked the front door and she walked over towards the red car. She had no clue about anything about cars; other than this one was red and middle class. Grumbling a thought occurred though it disgusted her; Trixie forced herself into the passenger seat. Her younger sisters? It still left her unnerved and in the back sitting by the two windows. "Can't we ride a limo?"

"What's a limo?" One of her sisters asked, but she never gave a response. Her mother slipped into the car and turned on the radio to some boy band she had never heard. It was a mostly quiet ride her mother attempted (and failed) to spark a conversation, but Trixie sat quietly in her thoughts. Contemplating over how this was going; Splinter was missing. Which meant either Turner, Crocker, or Splinter were somehow responsible. It was a conspiracy without any proof and when she found him he was going to pay. After a fifteen-minute drive her mother pulled up to the curve and her mother parked the car in front of the school.

"And Trixie?" She looked at her mother, "Please talk to people you need a friend." Trixie looked at her mother confused, but she walked the door. Unsure of how to respond she just stepped out of the school to a mostly empty schoolyard. That had to be the strangest thing her mother had ever said to her, but with everything going on. It was to be expected. With that Trixie made her way through the empty courtyard directly into the hallway. Hair on the back of her neck stood on edge as a cold draft followed and her feet squeaked against the tile floor. Nothing should've ever been this early quiet...she made a sharp turn.

"Well...well...well. Looks like buttercup made it my way," Trixie was confronted with a group of girls. Most of them were shorter or around her height. In total there were about six of them and the only other one she recognized was Veronica, but it wasn't the Veronica she knew. This one wore a black shirt (like the rest of them), red earrings in the shape of a fist. Which dangled from her ears with a choker around her neck which left Trixie confused. "Now girls what do we do to those who don't know their place?"

"Veronica? What's going on?" The blonde-haired woman blinked at her response and looked in terror.

"She can speak?" The girl who was clearly in charge was a brunette; brown beating eyes. With black shoes that had spikes coming from them, "Well then I guess we just have to shut her up. Grab her!"

"Security! Trixie shouted, but nothing happened. And she backed slowly into a corner.

"What a brilliant idea," her unknown assignment said. "Security!" And from behind her former bodyguard appeared. He wore his signature black suit, but with some modifications. His glasses were spiked and he wore a black spiked choker and the outline of a dragon tattoo. Not only was he much more muscular Trixie was trapped and terror filled her eyes. ..

X

She doused her face in the water from the sink. This had just gone from nightmare to the ninth level of hell. No one in her life had ever treated her like that and her eyes were bloodshot. Mostly from crying; the sounds of the school bell broke her concentration. The motivation was clear this was Turner's revenge and Splinter was in on it. She was going to get her life back on track to the life she was supposed to have. Carefully she exited the bathroom paranoid from her earlier encounter. It took her over five minutes to enter her class, "Ms. Tang! I thought you were better than this." Crocker was standing in front of the classroom.

After her diabolical earlier she just stayed silent. School hadn't even started yet and this was already going bad, "F!" He shouted; snatching the poor grade with a grin across the man's face. She moved towards the back of the class to sulk.