So this one is extremely short. Even shorter than the last one, bug it wouldn't have made much sense attached to the next chapter.
Elizabeth Summers sighed. She hated the weekends around this place. The only thing the girls had to entertain themselves was chores and talking to each other. And Eliza really didn't like talking to the girls here. They were all either incredibly shallow, incredibly violent, or they just didn't like talking to anyone either.
Of course, growing up in the foster system, Elizabeth was used to those kind of people, but some days, like on the weekends, she wished Scott was closer to her own age.
Then she wouldn't be at the stupid Girls Home, and she would have someone to talk to.
Neither her or Scott were very talkative, but they could go hours talking to each other. It was one of the perks of having one person that had been the only person you'd ever been able to trust.
Scott had always been her favorite person in the world. Well, for as long as Eliza could remember anyway. Scott said that her and her deceased twin brother had been practically joined at the hip. But she didn't remember much from before the plane crash. Just random little things, like the precise shade of Alex's eyes, or that they had had matching teddy bears.
So Scott was her favorite person on earth. He had always taken care of her. He had made sure that she ate something before him, the few times that the two siblings had stayed on the streets, and he had taken the fall for her to many times to count before she could control her freaky abilities.
Of course other people liked Scott too. Way more than Eliza care for. A prime example of that was the night before, right after Scott had left from the bi-weekly visiting day. Her roommate, Marsha Harris, had only been at the home for a week, and it had been her first visiting day.
"Who was that?" Asked Marsha, an extremely loud girl that was currently rooming with Elizabeth. She was staring wide eyed at the door that Liza's older brother, Scott, had just left through.
Elizabeth wasn't really in the mood to deal with Marsha.
Her brother and her had been discussing the events that had occurred the night that the rest of their family had died.
Eliza did remember much of it, she had only been three.Scott did though, he had been eight. It had been the first time he had ever told her in detail what had happened.
She answered the other girl shortly.
"My brother."
"Really?" Marsha gushed, her eyes widening even more. "He doesn't look much like you." After a brief moment she added "He's so hot."
Elizabeth tried not to feel offended by that comment.
"He takes after our father. I look more like our mother. "
That was actually true. It was something she didn't have to take Scott's word for. They had been allowed back to their house once right after the accident to collect a few personal items. Scott had grabbed the photo album. She had spent a lot of time looking at it when she was younger. Staring at the faces of the family she had never known.
"So you like, live with your parents? When you aren't here I mean." Eliza was beginning to wonder why this girl would shut up. She really didn't want explain her life story to a girl she'd only known for a week.
She found herself speaking anyway.
"No. Scott and me both grew up in the system. Our parents died when I was three."
That had shut her up for a moment.
Then she had turned and began discussing how absolutely hot Elizabeth's brother was with Cassidy Farrel, a girl that had been in the home for nearly two years.
You just cant win with some people.
Eliza walked up to the window and sighed. She placed her palm flat against it to feel the coolness from the rain that was pattering against it. She looked down when she felt heat.
Then she swore. Her hand was glowing red, and the glass under it was slowly melting. That was bad.
