An: Thanks to those who reviewed this story and my other one! You guys are awesome! I'm really really sorry for the late update as I had promised I would try to update every weekend, but this was finals week and I had to study my butt off! Good thing I have a break now. Plus I got to serve as MC for my old school's talent show! It was really fun!
So from my last fic. Pillow Fight at Midnight, I totally forgot to mention that it's a side story to The Void War and yes, they do have "super powers", I really have to start working on descriptive phrases, but oh well, I'm like that!
Anyway, the oncoming chapters from now on will be in a mix P.O.V from one of the characters and regular dialogue. I'll be sure to tell you guys which character it is, but I'm thinking of doing more than one for future chaps. Think of the Prologue and Chapter 1 as "Preludes"; if you don't know what that means then don't strain yourself! I don't want any of you to go the the hospital because of my weird mind.
I totally forgot to do the disclaimer from the last chapter, but oh well, here it is. Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except my own characters and original plot. If I did then there would probably be tons of more hamsters...and bad guys....and maybe flying monkeys....yeah...
This chapter is in Madison's and Bijou's P.O.V.s Enjoy! :)
Chapter 2: Presenting...Train and Bathtub traveling!
"It's kind of small, I know, but it's home..."
"No, no! I love it!"
Sacilia's frown turned into a small smile as she looked at me that told me she knew that I hadn't changed much. She always kept insisting that her house was no where as big as mine the last time she remembered being there and pratically gawked at the extreme size of my, er, mansion.
Still smiling she said, "Well, if you need anything else, Alyssia and I will be downstairs." I nodded my head and flashing me her brilliant smile, she closed the door. I waited until I heard her footsteps descending the stairs slowly, but gracefully and once I heard her talking with her older sister, Alyssia, I looked around the room.
It was nice and cozy despite it's small size, but I remembered the time I came to Sacilia's house for my first sleep over. I was too excited back then to even care if the room was as big as my closet. Remembering those great times I had with Sacilia made my heart leap with a realization that I couldn't believe I had left this simple life for two years. I mean, don't get me wrong, meeting Sakura and becoming "best friends" with her was great and all, but it wasn't as fun or great when I was with Sacilia.
My bed, however, was impressive. Apparently, Sacilia had still known for a long time that my favorite color and flower was violet, so it should come to no surprise to me when I found my sheets had been pressed clean to show off the violet flowers behind the dark Amethyst background, plus, the fact that it was a four-poster bed and could fit easily into the room without taking up much space made the room seem more homecoming than before.
Downstairs, I could hear Sacilia arguing with Alyssia just like back then. "ALLY! YOU BURNT THE PORK LOINS!" I couldn't hear the rest of what Alyssia remarked back to Sacilia because banging and fizzling preceded her comeback. Those two would never change.
I took another quick glance around the room; a closet that was much more smaller than mine in comparison, a drawer, and beside the window on the far side of the room was a beautifully carved desk--complete with writing utensils and a mirror in the middle, but what struck me out by far was what was on the desk. It was a picture book, and quite a large one at that.
Walking over I picked up the book and turning to the first page, I noticed the messy, yet somewhat elegant scribbling of Sacilia together with Alyssia's and their parents' handwriting signature. Happy Birthday, Madison! I thought you'd like this to remember those great times we had together before you left. - Sacilia, Alyssia, Mom and Dad.
Seeing the note made me teary a bit. Sakura and Li would never know how much I had missed my old life before meeting them; Meilin had an idea, though she didn't say anything at all to give a hint to the two.
The very first picture was the first picture I ever had with Sacilia. It showed us, only five years old at the time, hugging each other in front of the park. That's where we had first met when Sacilia had accidentally dropped her ball on top of my head and repeatedly apologized over and over again on how sorry she was and she herself was crying when I had. I laughed a bit.
Another showed me at Sacilia's 6th birthday party; another, in the woods for our science field trip; the zoo; and skipping to the last page, the last photo made my breathe hitch in my throat. The picture was taken at the airport when I had to leave and move to Manhatten. My eyes were bloodshot red from crying, but my smile was plastered on my face only it was sad. Seeing it made me realize that I've been doing the same thing with Sakura and the others and the very thought made me feel guilty; sure Sakura may be dense and Li a little high-strung, but they're both good friends even though they do sometimes make me think I'm a third wheel or something.
"So, do you like it?"
I wasn't listening to Sacilia's voice when she came in. I hadn't even heard her knock on the door. Tears were about to overflow my eyes as I continued to flip through the book looking at all the memories that I had left behind not long ago. Sacilia seemed to sense my melancholy attitude for she had come up beside me and, just like she used to do all those times ago whenever I was feeling sad or remembering my father's death in the Void War, hugged me from my side while putting her head on my shoulder.
She said, "You like it. It's all behind you now Madison, but you'll still keep moving forward."
What she said was true. Even though I had missed two years of my old life while starting a new one, I could tell that my new life wasn't suiting me, but maybe this time, I can start fresh again.
Two days later...
When people say that Sacilia Gerald is the luckiest person alive....they are so wrong.
I remember some of my classmates saying before I moved that Sacilia had it all. The perfect family, the perfect house, the perfect life, the perfect friends. And others say that someday she'd grow up to be the Advisor or Mayor.
Yeah right.
Her life is the complete opposite. Sure, her parents are rich and famous: Sacilia's dad being the Advisor to the Mayor and her mom being the president to her own CEO Co., but let's get real people. Her family lives in an average house in the middle of an average suburb (though the kids in the neighborhood are really normal since they don't really care if Sacilia's father's the Advisor), plus she have average friends. Sort of.
I say that because as her friend, I've told her a lot of secrets about my life. Like, how in pre-school the day after we became best friends, I told her that I was a "priestess-in-training"--and of course just like the Sacilia I know and love as a sister, she was completely cluesless as to what a priestess was.
So after telling her a priestess was a girl who trained to be able to walk in people's dreams, have premonitions, and other powers, she finally got it. And she showed me the one thing that I never thought any one--especially one who was 5--say.
She thought it was cool. Don't blame me on my shock-ness; I was five. But after that, I was so used to telling her about my secrets, it became a regular thing between us; almost as if we had our own secret club and no one would know about any of it.
Plus, the fact that I moved away two years ago and just came back again until my mom moved completely in our old home, added to some of her bad luck. She was like another sister to me. She and I almost went to each other's house every single day, pretending to be pirates, or spies, or messengers or princesses saved by our true loves--especially that one. Those were the days...
So after we practically cried ourselves emotionally (I really hope that's a word), we both went downstairs to eat the slightly charred pork loins that Alyssia had managed to burn without paying attention to the timer. Typical of her.
I laughed and told them how they hadn't changed since last time. Alyssia pouted because she at least wanted to change her personality a lot in order to impress the Gerald's family friend Thomas Matthio. I looked at Sacilia who was drooling and shivering at the same time and silently cursed myself for not checking in with her too often.
Right before I left, Sacilia had started crushing on Thomas Matthio, aka Tom. He was three years older than us and by far much more mature; his dark chesnut hair and brown eyes made all the girls in his class swoon over him (at least that's what Alyssia tells us) and loe and behold, Sacilia just happened to fall under his spell. Of course, being her best friend and all I constantly tell her to let it go as a childish crush and realize that he was too old for her, he likes her sister, and he is way out of her league.
She never listens to me.
"Madison, I already picked up your supplies and dropped them off so we're all set to go right now." Alyssia interrupted me from my thoughts. I smiled brightly as though I had never left in the first place. Alyssia beamed with pride, turning fourteen in a couple of months, her attitude was set in full blast so that meant more fretting whether her dark brown hair and hazel eyes looked good or not, worrying about exams, and trying to win the heart of boys that she's been classmates with since 4th grade. That must be harsh for her and Sacilia's complextion.
Sacilia said to her sister, "Now all we need to worry about is you making a fool of yourself in front of everyone tomorrow." She, of course, glared at her in response. I laughed some more. No matter how much these two argue, I know they really care for each other.
Then I realized something. "Um, excuse me, but how are we supposed to get to the train station without transportation?" I think I already knew the answer, but wanted to make sure.
The two just stared at me and said in unison, "Doogle."
I almost slapped myself for my complete stupidity. Now, normally when you say that to a totally normal person, they'd laugh and think of the movie Doogle, but Doogle is not only a movie, but it's a powdery substance that enables "power wielders" to travel through their bathtubs; where did you think Doogle got its name? And yes, I know it's about a dog who loves candy and goes on a magic quest to save his friends. The candy part was just added in substitute to the "powdery substance." Kind of ridiculous.
We all got up at the same time and went over to the guest bathroom. Nervousness sank into me as it has been two years since I last used my magic. Who knows what would happen to me?
Alyssia seemed to sense my feeling and reassured me. "Don't worry, you'll do fine." I wasn't so sure. "I'll make sure Sacilia goes first that way she can get her face fried before you." This made both Sacilia and I glare at her in response.
The bathroom, white marble and gold interiored, had the Doogle powder on a small, black metal stool. It was a really weird yellow color. Alyssia pointed at Sacilia and then back at the powder. "Fine, alright." She muttered under her breathe and proceeded towards the rather large bathtub. She grabbed a handful of the powder, stepped into the tub, and shouted loud and clear, "OAKDEN TRAINSTATION!"
When I blinked, she was gone in a golden glow. "Our luggage is waiting." Alyssia impatiently tapped her foot on the ground, crossing her arms across her chest. I nodded my head quickly.
The thought of stepping into a somewhat clean bathtub while holding a yellowy powder in my hand didn't really appeal to my normal taste. Even though I pronounced the words clearly, the way there was horrible.
I was covered in ashes which ruined my beautifully self-sowed garments that I spent hours to make by myself.
BIJOU
Stepping into the Oakden Trainstation was like entering into a fairy tale. The marble collums, the beautifully crafted archways, the stain glass windows, the doors how they seemed to jump out at you, and the amazing size of the trains. This was, after all, the greatest trainstation in the universe.
It had been two days since Boss and the others had brought us to Boss's house. There, we were welcomed with open arms by Boss's lovable Aunt Victoria. She had already bought our supplies for school (thankfully!) and immediately prepared our rooms. We had a nice dinner and unfortunenately for me Hamtaro had to leave. The atmosphere in the room seemed to deteriote slightly after the departure of the enthusiastic boy.
There was somezing about him that made me think that he wasn't ordinary. I mean he is clueless just like all boys are, but there seemed to be respect for him from the otherz. A respect that made my heart flutter with glee for some reason. So now I was expecting him to show up every now and then. It was getting to the point where I actually found myself thinking if I had a crush on him or not. Worst of all, it seemed th Boss was interested in me as well and had that admiring look on him every time I looked his way.
Once in a while, for some strange reason, Stan would flirt with me and Sandy would always be the one pulling him by the ear. And once in a while I would find Pashmina grimacing every time he did that to moi and glaring when he would flirt with her. I couldn't understand any of it, though, it was all confusing to me.
It was on the second day that we arrived at the Oakden Trainstation. It had been so long since I last went here as a little girl (AN: I know that Bijou was in an airport in the prologue, but she's been to other places as well!) and it seemed just as magical as it had been long ago. I looked over at Margie--her gray-cerulean eyes were sparkling just like a child's and I couldn't help but giggle slightly; despite her tough attitude, Margie was always weak to anything that was amazing. On my other side, Penelope's pinkish-brown eyes were brightening whenever she twisted to look all around her making her red sailor uniform--complete with the hat--swirled around her. Sandy, Stan and Pashmina were ahead of us and although I could not tell what they were talking about, I saw their faces and noted myself not to talk to them until we entered on the train. But behind me, I could feel Hamtaro's and Boss's stares boring into my back. Not knowing what to do, I decided to walk faster.
It was only until then that we halted to a stop in front of the largest train I ever saw.
"This, ladies and gentlemen," Stan started in a fake British accent making Pashmina groan, "is the Alserfang." The name, I knew, stood for the famous Oakden flower. However the complicated, yet beautiful design was foreign to me. The train was silver overall, the dinner cars were blue, and the compartment cars were gold. On the side it showed the obvious words Alserfang in a silver lettering with the flower embedded on each side. But instead of the usual big train wheels, the entire train was low on the ground with blue light eminating from the ground, as though it were floating on air.
Hamtaro saddled up next to me and smiled brightly. "Pretty big, huh?" We all nodded in agreement, too speechless.
Boss laughed. "Well, what are we waiting for, the circus? Let's get a move on people!" And with that we made our way towards the Alserfang with anticipation gleaming in our eyes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. The touch made my entire body shiver and I turned around to see Hamtaro's smiling face. "Uh, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to sit with us...?" The thought made my stomach jump with joy. But, before I could even agree to his offer, Pashmina spat out, "No thanks."
She was doing some sort of a glaring contest with Stan and the rest of the group could feel the electricity in the air. Sandy was looking desparately at me for a way out and I was sorry to agree. Turning back to Hamtaro with an apologetic glance I said, "Sorry, Hamtaro, but it looks az though my friends have a different idea." This wasn't true, he knew it, but he still smiled at me as though this didn't sway him.
I was shocked.
"Come on, I have, like, something to tell you," Sandy said, pulling me along my arm as we headed inside. Hamtaro and Boss were waving at me while Stan looked miserable, though I didn't really know why since he and Pashmina don't seem to get along.
The inside was as big as my hallway in my massion. I held three lines of people making their way past each other to get their luggage, a compartment, or a place away from this craziness. The compartments were big enough to seat ten people--five on each side. "Sandy, let go of Bijou's sleeve, you're ruining her uniform." Maxine said as she walked ahead of us trying to look for seats. Sandy immediately let go of my arm though still wrinkling my sleeve.
Finally, a compartment with only two girls caught our eyes and we stopped. It wasn't what the girls were doing, it was the reason why they were cleaning each other. Their faces were covered in soot so that only their eyes stood out. But the way that they were cleaning didn't make it look that obvious so we just pretended as though we didn't notice.
I spoke up. "Um, excuse moi, but may we please sit here?" The girls turned towards us and a sign of recognition hit their faces. One was a brown-haired girl with the most darkest forest green eyes I had ever seen and the other had beautiful black hair with amethyst eyes that I thought didn't exist in this world, but judging that this was Europe, I thought otherwise. Their mouths were hanging open while smiling (I wonder if that was possible?) at all of us.
They had looked so familiar to me that I didn't realize it until the last second. "Oh, my God! It's you guys!" That's when it hit me. Over the summer, Sandy, Margie, Pashmina, and I had the oppurtunity to get pen-pals while writing to them in our prison cell. It was two years ago when they we sent each others' pictures. Since then, I guess it was sort of a tight bonding we had.
"Sacilia!"
"Madison!"
We all hugged each other in a big group hug until we almost couldn't breath. Sacilia, the brown-haired girl, was looking back and forth. "Well, well, well! What a small world!"
"Do you always do that?" Madison, the other girl, asked and Sacilia flashed her a brilliant smile. Madison just rolled her eyes while staring out the window. So, after a while of talking to each other on how we were all doing, I glanced over at Pashmina, who was now staring at the window with bored eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Zo, are you going to tell me vy Miss Snooty over zere is angry?" I really wanted to know ever since that night. It seemed to me that Pashmina and Stan used to have a history together.
Sacilia and Madison looked at Sandy in confusion. "You mean you didn't tell them?" asked Madison with a slight smirk. Sandy nodded gloomily.
Suddenly, Pashmina stood up ubrutly and headed outside. Halfway through the door she called out to us, "I'm going to get us something to eat..." And with that she was gone. I was almost tempted to call after her, but I knew if what Sandy was going to tell us was so bad, she wouldn't want to re-listen to her past.
"Stan...well...he...almost pushed Pashmina down a....well." She seemed to be choking on the last word.
I couldn't help but giggle. "Vell, zat iz not so bad, non? At least it wasn't off a cliff or somezing like zat..."
Sandy shook her head. "No, I mean it was much more than that!" She looked determined to finish her story. "Well, I know pushing someone down a well isn't really serious as pushing someone off a cliff, but to six-year-olds that could be scary! Especially if you almost killed your friend!" She put a hand over her mouth. All traces of her Valley Girl accent completely vanished just as it did when she was rarely serious.
Margie and I were listening intently, trying to piece together what she was saying. "We were all six, like I said before, and it was during that summer before we met you girls. Pashmina's brother and our older cousin were best friends, so Pashmina got to come over that day when Peter visited Sean. Stan and I already became good friends with Pashmina in an instant no matter how many times Stan made fun of her for wearing the color pink. It was already the third day she was staying with us when 'it' happened. I was resting from running all day, but Stan and Pashmina wanted to go ahead and swim so I just told them to leave me behind. It was only a couple of minutes really until I heard Pashmina screaming loudly and when I reached the nearby well, I saw Pasmina panting and bauling on the ledge of the well, all wet, and Stan on the ground almost as if he was having a seizure."
She paused. "When Sean and Peter arrived Stan was still--but he was still breathing. Turns out that Stan was in a coma and didn't wake up until a week later in the hospital. Pashmina told me that Stan kept making fun of her for her pink jokes and accidentally pushed her off the ledge of the well. It took her forever to get up and Stan kept saying 'sorry' over and over again, but when they grabbed hands, it was like an electrical shock for both of them. I guess you could figure out the rest..."
It was a couple of minutes before I spoke up. "So zat is why zey hate each ozzer?" It seemed a ridiculous scenario once you think about it.
Sandy nodded, her sandy colored hair whipping around her face. "Yeah, kind of stupid right?"
"Uh...yeah!" Margie said sarcastically. "So Pashmina hates Stan just for making fun of the color pink? That is one weird chick!"
We nodded.
MADISON
By the time Pashmina came back carrying her arms full of delicious pastries of all sorts, things had returned to normal as though Sandy had never told us the story. Pashmina was also back to normal as she smiled while handing us a delectable looking cupcake. "Is Stan still Captain of the Soccer team?" Sacilia asked Sandy in a hushed whisper. She nodded.
"Yeah and he also made it to Year Prefect." Snickering, Sandy took another bite out of her cupcake. "Can you believe that? Stan, actually making it to Year Prefect!" We all laughed, including Pashmina. The thought of Stan wearing a yellow crest with Year Prefect written all over it made it more hilarious. Stan wasn't the most authoritive figure as we heard from Sandy. Everyone was talking when something outside the window caught my eye.
It was Li with a boy that had spiky black hair and red eyes while he looked younger than me, just like Meilin. Meilin Rae. Thinking back on the hard-headed girl I missed the fact that she was the only person out of our entire group that seemed normal like me. It was really sad when she had to leave to take care of her grandmother back in Hong Kong. Anway, the window was slightly thin so that I could hear every single word they were saying. I looked back at my friends; they didn't seem to know anything about it.
So I listened. Well, actually I watched then listened. It looked to me as though Li was having trouble with his luggage to get it up on the platform. The guy was looking at him with a smirk. "Want a hand?"
Li looked like he wanted to say no, but when he turned around he froze and stiffly nodded his head. He was afraid of this boy for some reason, I could see it. "Sure." He replied gruffly, but it didn't pursuade the boy.
"Oy, Ethan! C'mere and help!"
There was another boy, one who looked almost like him but his hair was long and he had sea-green eyes instead plus he looked older than me. With the twins' help, Li managed his trunk away onto the platform. "Thanks," Li said about to turn around, until the twin with red eyes pointed at his finger.
"What's that?" He was pointing at the engagement ring that Meilin had given to him when they were small about the promise that if Li didn't find the girl of his dreams, he'd have to marry her.
Li glared at them. "It's nothing!" And with that he left.
I was just about to turn around myself, but the twins were still talking. "Blimey." said the other twin. "Was he--?"
"He was," said the first twin. "Wasn't he?"
"I think so," the second twin said with astonishment. I couldnt' put my finger on it. How did they know Li Showron? Were they friends? This question didn't seem reasonable since Li didn't act like he knew them. If he did, he would try to hide it, but he didn't this time.
"Skyken? Ethan? Are you there, you two?" A voice called out.
"Coming, Uncle."
With one last look at where Li left, the two hopped off towards a man in a doctor's coat. I recognized him to be a famous brain sugeon my mother once showed me in the newspaper one time. Their uncle had just taken out his hankerchief and handed it to a girl. I couldn't make her out since her back was turned to me, but the her poise and hair looked familiar...
"Mei, you've got something on your nose."
The girl took his hankerchief gratefully and rubbed her nose fiercely, making it turn red. Another girl was with them, except she was much smaller and looked to be about eight with big brown eyes. When the two twins returned, they attacked the girl in a tight bear hug and she squirmed here and there, trying to break from their hug.
"Get off, you two!" Now I must be hearing things. Her voice sounded so freakishly familiar...
"Aaah, had ickle Mei-Mei got somefink on her nosie?" said the one with green eyes.
"Shut up," the girl's voice snapped at them. I had to do a double-take before I finally realized that the girl was none other than Meilin Rae. I pressed myself up to the window to hear more closely.
"Where's Zac and Jason?" said their uncle.
"They're coming now."
Two boys, both extremely tall, came striding into sight. They had already changed into their Amstuere suits of a white shirt, black pants, black blazer, and a black cape with bordering of Auquamarine and navy blue. The older boy, one with black hair that was cropped short with brown eyes kept glancing at his wristwatch and I noticed he was wearing the Year Prefect badge of a YP in aqua letters. The younger boy had handsome, wavy black hair and wore dark sunglasses for some odd reason.
"Can't stay long, Uncle," The older boy said. "I'm up front, the 4th Year Prefects have got a compartment to themselves--"
"Really?! You're a Year Prefect, Zacaraiah?!" said one of the twins with sarcasm drenching his voice. "You should really have said something sooner, I'd have told everyone!"
"Although I think I did hear you say something about it," the other twin said. "Once--"
"Maybe twice--"
"A minute--"
"ALL SUMMER--"
"Oh, shut up," said Zacaraiah, shoving the two playfully. It looked as though he was the eldest together with the green-eyed twin. The guy with the sunglasses was probably the next eldest with the red-eyed twin following behind with Meilin.
The red-eyed twin snorted. "Ah, you're just lucky Jason set you up with that title what with him being King's chair and all."
"How come Zac gets more expensive robes, anyway?" said the green-eyed twin. Kind to think of it, all of them looked the same--including Meilin--even though they had different eye colors (although I couldn't really see the blue-robed twin since he was wearing sunglasses).
Their Uncle just looked at them. "Because Zac is a Year Prefect," said their Uncle a little fondly, russtling each child's hair. "All right, Zac, Ethan, well, have a good year--send me tons of letters when you get there."
"Yeah, I better get going too, uncle. See you."
With one last hug, the two older boys left. Then he turned to the rest. "Now, Skyken--this year, you better behave yourself. If I get one more letter telling me you've--you've blown up a toilet or--"
"Blown up a toilet? Skyken's never blown up a toilet." That was the sunglass boy.
"Great idea though, thanks uncle Rich!" The boy, Skyken, replied happily.
"Not funny! And, Jason, please look after Skyken and Meilin. Or, better yet, work with Skyken to look after Meilin."
"Don't worry, ickle Meilikins is safe with us."
"Shut up," said Meilin again. She was as tall as Skyken, but much, much shorter than the other boy. Her nose was still pink where she had rubbed it.
"Hey, Uncle guess what? Guess who Ethan and I saw on the train?" I looked at his eccentric face whereas his siblings seemed to be serious. "You know that angry boy you saw us helping on the train?"
His uncle looked at his watch. "Who?" With this he proceeded to turn to Meilin, who just stared at him in confusion.
"Meilin's so-called fiance."
Meilin choked slightly on her own breathe and the sunglasses looked neutral just as before. The little girl in the red sailor uniform spoke. "Oh, uncle, I think I'm feeling a little sick. Can you take me home, and maybe next year I can go to school?"
"Now Amber, just because he's attending the school does not mean that you can't go too. Besides, you probably won't even be seeing him what with him in...in...in Jason's grade." He choked on the last words. Their uncle looked intently on Skyken. "Is he really, Sky? How do you know?"
"Saw his ring. The same ring Meilin makes Jason carry in his pocket every single day since she came back three months ago from her 'cardcaptor hunt'." He smirked as he watched his family's reaction.
The sunglass boy looked at Meilin with reluctance. "Mei-Mei, do you want to see him?" His tone was slightly deep and I couldn't put it together but it made my entire body tingle. He had that concerned brotherlike look to his face, even though his eyes were covered.
Meilin shook her head quickly. "No, he's probably with Avalon and Madison." The fact that Meilin called me by my first name and Sakura only by her first name told me that she didn't like her or Li more than I did. "Although, I'd prefer it if I saw Madison. She's nicer than him or Avalon..."
"Never mind tha, do you think if I tell him that Meilin has brothers and a little sister, he'll mind?" Skyken still on his smirk, but it quickly vanished once his uncle glared at him with a sterning look.
"No. Absolutely not, I forbid you to tell him, Sky. Don't. You. Dare. As though he needs to hate our family even more than he did, especially if he found out Meilin was part of the Tyler family and gave him a fake last name." Everyone was serious and Skyken nodded.
"Alright, keep your hair on."
The whistle sounded for our departure.
"Hurry up!" their uncle said and the boys and girls clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for him to give them hugs and kisses (to the girls). The younger sister began to cry.
"Ah, don't Amber. You can send him tons of letters."
"We'll send you an Amsteure toilet seat!"
"SKYKEN!" All cried out in unison as the train started to move. Their Uncle Rich waved at them with that same stern look from before.
Slumping back into my seat, I could feel the wheels turning in my brain. My friends didn't notice of course, as they were all taking small naps. It was a lot to take in though. Meilin has brothers and a little sister? Though, now that I think about it, I remembered Meilin saying something about wanting to return to her family because they were nice and fun to her. She didn't confide with Sakura and Li since they were too dense to sense any feelings eminating from the tough girl's body. But, why does Li hate the Tyler family? True, I'm not one to say anything, since I don't know them, but it's kind of weird.
Too bad things just got weirder.
AN: Did any of you ever try chopped liver and pork chops together? Disgusting! My cousin has this weird hobby on cooking weird foods together in the same dish. I like liver and pork chops, but I don't like it when my cousin cooks them. HE'S HORRIBLE!
But, I really hoped you enjoyed yet another chapter! I think it was a little shorter than the last chapter, but the next chapter will be longer.
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