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Authors note Listen guys sorry that that last one sucked, but I felt so bad that I hadn't gotten one out in forever that I rushed it. So I took my time on this onae and it's much better.
I sigh as I hit the steps to the school. I didn't mean to get mad at him like I had. It just sorta happened. As I sat down on the wall that separated the concrete and the green of nature. It was peaceful out here. I felt someone sit beside me but I didn't look at them, I knew who it was. Warren.
"Hay" he said in a calm tone. I know he was there. In the Caf. "I don't wanna talk about it" I told him. Looking at him and me sitting side by side you probably wouldn't think that we were related. My hair was lighter, a more chestnut color than black. I was a good two feet smaller than him as well. In fact I looked more like my mother and Warren, well let's just say that he looks like someone else. I love the boy, really I do, but sometimes when he gets mad, he reminds me of our father. It's not his fault, I know it's not, but it still scares me. The eyes. The only thing that he doesn't have of our fathers is his eyes. He has out mothers eyes. And I, I have our fathers. Yes I know. Irony.
Not many know what happened to really put my father in jail. You see he killed our mother, in battle. He was a ruthless fighter, all or nothing. I was watching it on the news that day. They were there. Then suddenly my mother got side tracked. There was a little girl in the line of fire. She placed the girl in a safe place, but as she was concentrating on the girl he sent a ball of fire her way. By the time she looked it was too late. It hit her head on in the face. She was instantly cremated.
I remember that I was washing dishes when I saw it. I turned to the T.V. just as she was killed. The image was burned into my mind. I dropped the plate that I was cleaning, showering the floor in glass. Warren ran into the kitchen, seeing a long gash on my leg he cautiously avoided the glass and placed me on the counter. Holding a towel to my leg he asked me what was wrong. My seven year old eyes were glued to the T.V. Slowly he turned to the T.V. as well. Instantly he knew what was wrong with me. Why I didn't know that I was losing mass amount of blood. That was the moment I got my powers. Suddenly the T.V. exploded. Warren forced me to look at him, forced me to calm down. He held me rocking me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I also remember never crying.
I know that Warren often wondered about it. I absent mindedly ran a hand over the scar over my jeans. Warren was watching me knowingly. "I have to work tonight. You don't have any plans do you?" I glanced at him and shook my head no. People give him crap because of our dad, telling him that that was his future. But no, it wasn't. He was going to marry Crystal one day, and they were going to have some very strange kids. I like Crystal, she's a little girly for my taste and all but she's sweet. She's like the big sister that is your complete opposite but you love her all the same. Ya that's her.
I look over at Warren one last time before I stand up. I still only came up to his shoulder. I sigh one last time and mumbled a farewell to my brother and left him on the steps watching me go. Cautiously walking to my locker I opened it. There wasn't much inside of it other than books. There was one pic of her and Matt. He had her in a head lock and was smiling at the camera I was glaring daggers at him. Another was one of me and Warren. It was before he cut his hair and he was younger. His eyes smoldered into the lenses, yet he was smiling. I was next to him, with his hat on, smirking. It was the only time that I ever looked like him. The last picture was one of My mother. She was holding a small girl in her arms and smiling sweetly. The picture was taken three days before the accident. Other than that it was all books. I had more than most student's because I was taking four other classes along with the A.P. classes that I was already taking.
I dug around in my bag to take out the books that were in there and replace them with new ones. As I put my Mad Sci. book in my bag a hand slammed my locker shut. I look up to see the very angry eyes of the amazing boy wonder a.k.a. Lash. I opened my locker once more and got out another book. "May I help you?" I asked in a bored tone. I could hear him growling under his breath but I kept on doing what I was doing. He snapped my locker shut once more. This time I turned to look up at him. The annoyance shone in my eyes. "What" I snapped at him. He looked at me with a stare the almost burned.
"Listen I'm sorry or what ever but you have got to knock it off with all the wise cracks." He said in a harsh hiss. My eyebrows rose a little. I smiled and said "the second you knock off the torturing of the younger students and sidekicks I stop the wise cracks." "Deal" He said almost instantly. I blinked and looked at the outstretched hand. What was he playing at. I looked at the hand cautiously. No buzzer, no sharp object, nothing. Just his slightly tanned palm. I looked at his eyes warily. "I'm not going to hurt you." he said in an annoyed tone. "So do we have a deal?" He asked I looked back at the hand and grasped it wearily.
"Deal"
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