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Chapter 2-First Meeting

"Sasha, are you okay?"

My mind flashed back to reality, which was me sitting in the back of my Social Worker's Hummer. I sighed. I had been thinking about where I was headed. I mean my foster home. What would the family be like when I got there? Whould they like me? Most importantly, would I like them? Millions of what-ifs were passing through my mind. I tried to push all the thoughts out of my mind and calm down. Easier-said-than-done. The one thing that would not leave my mind was: why didn't anything happen to me after the experiment! It had been almost a month since that last experiment. And nothing happened. Nothing, nada, not even my eye color changed. It was as if it was all a joke. Or was it?

"Sasha, are you okay? You look really pale. Are you feeling sick? Because I can..."

"Yeah, I'm fine." My social worker had a tendency to be...overly protective on certain occasions. It took a while to get used to, but she grew on me. She's also really nice.

Sometimes.

"I'm just wondering about my new family. What are they like? I mean, are they nice? What do they look like? Are they cra..."

"Just look at this info packet." She tossed a manilia file back at me. I slid to the left, narrowly missing being impaled in the eye. I grabbed the folder and opened it. It gave a simple list of names. It looked like this:

Jack Fenton-Father

Maddie Fenton-Mother

Jazz Fenton-Sister

Danny Fenton-Brother

Cool, I thought! I get a brother and a sister! I flipped the page, and there was a picture of a man and a woman. The woman had orange hair and was wearing a teal jumpsuit. The man (who I daresay needed to exercise a tiny bit more) was wearing a day-glow orange jumpsuit. Under the picture was a short message, probably scribbled by someone in a hurry. I tried to make out what it said. I think it said something like ghost hunters, can be a bit estatic. Well, that explains why they were wearing jumpsuits.

The next page just had two pictures. One was a girl. She looked about sixteen and she was wearing a black shirt, teal pants, and she had a teal headband in her bright orange hair. The other picture was a boy with messy raven black hair. He was wearing a t-shirt with a red collar, a red oval in the middle, and the ends of the sleeves were also red. He also had on a pair of baggy jeans. Altogether, they were a pretty good looking bunch.

I shut the folder. Well, I wonder when we'll get there?

"We're here! Oh, we are a little bit early, I hope there ready for you." I opened the door and came face to face with the BIGGEST house on the block, and probably the biggest house in the whole city! Talk about variety. I was about to open the door when it swung open in my face. The woman in the blue jumpsuit was standing in the doorway with a look of pure happiness on her face. She held out her arms and motioned for me to come in the house. I hesitated then walked slowly into the house. Everyone from the pictures in the file were standing right in front of me. Maddie (I figured I should start calling them by their names since I figured I will be here a while) started talking.

"Well, It's so nice to have you joining the family. I'm Maddie, you can call me mom," then she pointed to Jack. "This is Jack, you can call him dad." Then she pointed to the two kids sitting on the couch.

"This is Danny and Jazz, your brother and sister." Jazz gave me a smile and a wave and Danny just kinda looked at me weird. Well, I can play nasty too. I gave him the same look back. Then Maddie started talking again.

"Jazz, Danny, show Sasha to her room and get her settled in while your dad and I talk to Karen (my social worker)." She gave me a little nudge and I slowly started walking to the stairs, Danny and Jazz following me. At the top of the stairs I turned left and started walking down the hall. I looked in the first door on the left. All I saw was a desk. Strangly enough, there was a green thermos sitting on top. Confused, I slowed down for a better look, but all I got was a door slammed in my face. I turned around and found Jazz in the hall, no Danny in sight.

"Guess that's Danny's room." Jazz nodded and pointed across the hall.

" That's your room, let's get you settled in. I kinda need to tell you about something." She walked in my room and I followed her. Someone must have told them what I liked, because my room was dark blue with glow in the dark stars on the walls and the ceiling. There was also a bookshelf filled with all kinds of fiction books. There was also a section on ghost stories and ghosts. I grabbed one of the books and settled down on my bed, which was the same design as my walls. Jazz sat down next to me. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Well, everything might seem normal, but let me tell you it's not. Well, our mom and dad hunt...ghosts." I looked up from the book I had been reading and gave Jazz an 'are you freakin serious' look. She sighed again and nodded. I was shocked! Ghosts! Everyone knows that ghosts aren't real.

" Yeah, I know it seem's really weird, but it's true. I can show you a picture of one that was sighted only a couple days ago." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a newspaper clipping. The title said 'Ghost Kid: Terror or Protector?' I was curious. A ghost kid? Well, that was something new. I soon figured out what I had wanted to ask Jazz.

"Why is Danny so...grumpy? It seems like after only knowing me for ten minutes he already hates me." I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Jazz looked at me funny. " He just hasn't had time to get used to you. Oh and by the way, sometimes Danny will dissappear suddenly. Don't worry, he just has...business to take care of." Then Maddie called us down for dinner. Jazz got up and headed for the door. She asked me if I was heading downstairs. I said I would catch up in a second. After she left, I got up, put the book in the shelf. Something was wrong with Danny, and I was going to find out.

But soon something happened that will turn us from enemies to friends

The End

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