Hey! Sorry it took me a while to start typing up this chapter. (Sigh) I hate homework. Oh well, here's the second chapter!
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"Chris. Chris, wake up."
I groaned tiredly, stirring half asleep; my eyes fluttered open.
"Mikey." I yawned pulling my body up to a sitting position. "What's up?"
"Just letting you know we're almost their." He told me with a calm smile planted on his Mexican skinned face.
I smiled back glancing out the window to the transparent window belonging to the white and black car we were in. Yup, you guessed it; a police car.
I sighed glumly looking down at my worn out red and white K-Swiss shoes which now looked a bit of an ugly tanish color where the white parts were suppose to be. I kicked them back and forth trying to forget about what happened to me a while back. For those of you who don't know, I got knocked out about a week ago and was taken to another dimension, a dimension where superheroes and villains are real. I teamed up with a team called 'The Teen Titans' but the thing is, I didn't want to. I mean, would you want to fight a group of powerful apprentices who can snap you like a toothpick in a blink of an eye? Didn't think so.
Anyway, I wanted to get back home and fast, but apparently, I couldn't go back until I had control over my powers. Yeah, a regular girl like me had powers when I went to that dimension. The weird thing is though; I've had them all along and just figured it out a week ago. Go figure.
All I could think about was getting the hell out of this dimension and, to my greatest luck, a guy named Slade offered to help me out with my powers. The only problem was that he was the dude I was suppose to help the Titans beat. He gave me an offer though I couldn't refuse; I'd trust him to help me out with my powers and he'd take me back home. Come on, who can resist an offer like that?
Little did I know was the betrayal I was about to encounter. Yup, Slade betrayed me and tried to make me fight on his side and destroy the Titans. Shocking, huh? But I escaped and manage to get back to Titans Tower alive. The only problem was, was that the Titans found out that I betrayed them. They then kicked the crap out of me and sent my sorry ass back home, taking away my powers. 'Till that day, betraying the Titans and seeing how much I hurt their leader, Robin, was all I've been thinking about.
I clenched my palms into tight fist trying to keep myself from punching the drivers' seat in front of me, unleashing my anger. Shutting my eyes immediately kinda helped a little.
Just then, I felt a comforting hand placed over my right shoulder. I turned glancing at Mikey; oh, by the way, he's my best bud.
"Everything okay?" He asked, concern flashing brightly in his dark eyes.
I turned my head back looking back down at my raggedy shoes holding myself in my light-skinned arms that were completely covered by my black hoodie. I couldn't tell him what was bothering me and about the Titans or Slade or my powers because, well, A. he wouldn't believe me and B. if he did believe me (which I highly doubt he will) how am I going to prove it to him with my powers gone?
"It's nothing." I shook my head, ignoring eye contact.
I could tell Mikey was giving me a stern look when he didn't say anything for four seconds. He then grasped the bottom of my chin gently looking deeply in my cerulean eyes as I stared into his dark chocolate ones.
"Listen Chris, I know you're upset about going to an orphanage and being dumped in a school and all, but don't worry. I'll be there with you to face everything all the way."
Mikey then places his smooth tanish colored hand on top of my light skinned one lacing his fingers with mine.
"I promise." He whispered.
Wow. Since when did Mikey get so comforting all of a sudden? For the past two years that I've known him, he's never really acted this . . . gentle, except that one time when he saved me from that house—er, apartment fire, but that's when I needed someone. Basically on a regular ordinary day, we're really rough with each other and play around. He treats me more like one of his guy friend instead of a girl. I think this is actually the very first time I've ever seen him act like this towards me. It felt kind of weird, but at the same time, it felt really nice.
I gave him a warm, contented smile feeling a lot better. He didn't really help with what was bothering me, but he sure wiped it clear out of my mind for a while.
"Thanks Mikey."
"All right you two, here we are." The police man informed making his car come to a complete screeching halt.
Mike and I rushed towards the right window of the police car as if the building we were in front of just went up in flames. It looked like a very old, yet very well taken care of building. The grass was a lovely shade of spring green, freshly cut and the building looked amazingly tall and powerful when Mikey and I stepped out of the car. It looked more like a boarding school than an orphanage what with all the windows for the many rooms inside.
"Come on; get a move on you two." The police man ordained snapping his rough, ashy fingers as if we were untrained dogs.
Mikey and I both looked back and gave him a glare walking towards the orphanage. 'Do you want us to beg and roll over first master?' I felt like saying, but decided not to. I was already in enough trouble as it is, what with soaking a police man right in the chin. I know, I'm a real dumb ass.
When Mikey and I stepped up on the cemented porch steps, the smooth oak carved door opened up in front of us; a short, brown haired women standing in front of us with a bright smile on her face.
She looked almost as short as me, and let me tell ya, I ain't all that tall. She looked about in her late thirties and was a little round around the tummy area, but I had to admit, she was kind of pretty. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with delight and her perfectly brown skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. I could tell she was one of those really nice ladies that didn't really stand up for themselves and let other people take charge. She also had really nice clothes . . . for a woman. She had a nice pink shirt—shudders, the evil color—with light pink beads around the collar, khaki colored capris, and dark brown strapped sandals.
"Hello. You must be Christine Bennington and Michael Jimenez." The lively woman chirped. She reached out her left hand, her smile filling up her whole face. "I'm the owner of this orphanage. You may call me Madame Helen."
Mikey and I both looked down at the merry woman's hand as if we've never seen a hand before. We both then got slapped in the back of the head by the grumpy police man.
"Don't be rude! Show this woman some manners!" He barked. Mikey and I rubbed our heads shooting a penetrating glare at the hot-headed police man shaking Madame Helen's hand.
Jeez, someone sure woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
"I'm sure you two will be very happy staying here. I already picked out your rooms and called the school you'll be going to tomorrow." Madame Helen said clasping her hands together, that bright smile still planted right on her face.
"Um, thank you ma'am." I thanked quietly.
"Yeah, thanks." Mikey thanked.
"There in your hands now Helen. Let me know if they start acting up." The police man said giving Mikey and I a death glare. We returned the farewell and gave him a death glare also.
"Thank you officer. Have a nice day." Madame Helen waved as the tempered police man drove off.
"All right, now let's get you two inside." Madame Helen informed showing us inside.
Mikey and I both walked inside the orphanage and looked around. The living room looked really huge! Enough to have a full-sized kitchen built in also. The light tan colored carpet underneath us felt really spongy and meek like a puffy cloud underneath our shoes. I could only image how soft it was if you weren't wearing shoes.
Inside the large living room was a shinny oak-carved working desk with a stack of papers and black rolling chair placed next to it. There were also two wooden chairs placed in front of the desk, probably for people who came to adopt kids. Also in the living room was a wide bookcase, mainly carrying books on child's care or health records.
"Come with me and I'll show you to your rooms." Madame Helen said motioning us to walk up the wooden stairs placed in front of us. Boy, these people must really like wood.
Mikey and I followed Madame Helen up the staircase hearing our squeaky sneakers scratch against the staircase. I wondered if this annoyed Madame Helen.
"Follow me." She said, already at the top of the stairs. Mikey and I reached our last step and followed Madame Helen through the dark red tinged hallway until she stopped at the tenth white painted door.
"This is where you'll be sleeping Chris." Madame Helen said giving the door a good three taps.
"Come in." A faint voice said.
Madame Helen opened up the door and showed me in. The room looked pretty nice. The walls were a nice sky blue color with a small window showing the front of the orphanage; the light from outside shinning through the glass window lighting up the whole room. The room also had a smooth wooden—of course—bunk bed with a black painted dresser and white sliding door closet. On the other side of the dresser was a wooden desk much similar to the one in the huge living room, only this one had a laptop on it and a reading lamp.
"Chris, this will be your roommate Matilda." Madame Helen said.
"Please, call me Matt." She smiled reaching out her left hand for me to shake. I shook it giving her a friendly smile. "You two must be Chris and Mikey, the two kids who're all over the news."
"That's us." Mikey smiled shaking Matt's hand.
Matt looked like a really nice person. She had long glossy straight hair that reached down to her hips. Her skin was a dark color making her look a little bit Hawaiian. She probably was. She had small, yet really nice olive colored eyes and a bright smile revealing red colored braces. She wore a regular white shirt under an army green shirt along with matching army capris and black Converse shoes with red shoelaces.
"I'll let you two get acquainted while I show Michael where his room is." Madame Helen said to Matt and me leading Mikey out of the room.
"I catch ya later Chris." Mikey waved.
"Bye Mikey." I smiled while Mikey and Madame Helen left the room.
I turned and looked at Matt shoving my hands in my jeans pockets. "So,"
"So." Matt repeated also shoving her hands in her pants pocket. She was probably as speechless as I was.
I gave her room, which was my room too, one last look around. I surprised myself not noticing the posters she had placed on the walls. There were at least three one each wall, all of bands like Simple Plan, Crossfade, Nickelback, Utada Hikaru, and . . . oh my God! Fort Minor!
I gasped as if a fly just flew right into my mouth. "YOUHAVEAFORTMINORPOSTER!"
She looked at me as if I were crazy, but then turned and saw the poster of Fort Minor hanging up on one of her walls.
"Oh, yeah. Isn't he a dreamboat?" She asked running towards her poster pressing her face against it and smiling lovingly.
"Hell yeah! He's like the smexiest guy in the world!"
"I know! I love his song 'Where'd You Go'." Matt said.
"I know! I played that song over and over and over and had it stuck in my head for a week!" I cried.
"Ditto!" Matt and I squealed clasping our hands together and jumping up and down like little girls over boy band singers. Boy, if I could see how goofy I was acting, I would've smacked myself silly.
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Phew. This chapter took forever to post. Sorry for the wait. I hope you like this chappie and are ready for the next one. Peace!