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ShawnaCrazyGirl Kids don't really have powers. But reread the last chapter CAREFULLY. Something is hidden deep in the text.
KrystalINSANEGirl Jake is making me mad to.. But you got the basement wrong :(
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread
(Thread, thread...)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
(Ha-ha)
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
(Said farewell)
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
(Jar, jar, jar...)
[2x]
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
_Fireflies by: Owl City
I wake up to my mom shaking my shoulder. "Sweetie, you need to get up." she says, I blink. Yawning I set up. I look to my right to see my mother. Her hair was fixed up and her make-up just right. Especially her signature red lipstick and nails.
"What?" I ask, groggily. I was tired, staying up 'till one to finish a project.
"It's time to get up. You have to go to school. You should have woke up twenty minutes ago. You missed your dad, he just left." Mom explains, tapping her foot. In truth, I had a nightmare last night. That's all I had, no dreams whatever. "Nightmares again?" she asks, knowing my business without me saying it.
"How did you know?" I ask, I always got suspicious of how she knew everything.
"Mother's intuition." she replies, exiting the room. There she goes with that intuition crap again. I prop onto my elbows,, rubbing sand out of my eyes. I get up, walking to my mirror. I was average, not really. I wasn't that pretty. A blue and violet eye. And white, shoulder length hair. I sigh, purple shadows cover the bottom of my eyes.
I pick out what I'm going to wear, put on some mascara and lip-gloss, and run out my door. Mom has pancakes on the table. I pick up my book bag and grab one. My brother is at the table, but he won't look at me. Mom and dad didn't know, I don't think, but my brother and I haven't had a real conversation in forever. He won't even look at me at school.
I sigh, munching on it. That's when dad runs through the door. He pants, I am brought back to when I was little. Like deja vu. "Sandy." he states, fear in his eyes. Then he looks to us, hiding his fear with a smile.
"Hey kids, if you hurry up, I'll take you to school." he says. My dad was in a blue jersey and shorts. He was a gym teacher. But sometimes I wonder, because my mom and dad look younger than me. I shake my head, i's just too preposterous. But deep down, the fear is still in his eyes. My mom looks to me, fear clearly in her eyes to. But I dismiss it. Jake jus nods, not even caring.
"I'll just walk." Jake says. Then mutters under his breath. Don't need to arrive with my weirdo family. A tear falls down my eyes. It's been a year since Jake dismissed us as our family. Pain flashes in my mom's eyes. How could she have heard that? I barely could and he was right next to me.
"Well, here's your lunch sweetie." she says, trying to hind her sadness. She hands us our lunches. She then looks to her watch, frowning. "I'm going to be late. I love you all!" she says. She lip locks dad. Places kisses on our heads, in which Jake cringes, and leaves.
I look to my lunch. It had leftovers form last night. Ham, brown beans, and cornbread. My mom was a lot of things, but a good cook she was. Dad smiles in till mom leans. Then he frowns. "Jakob, you will apologize to your mom. You understand?" dad asks. Fury in his eyes. My dad was real protective of my mother. They were the only people in the world that I have seen have true love.
Jake looks dumbfounded for a second to hear that his dad had heard him. Since dad was on the other side of the room. Then rolls his eyes. " Whatever. Not my fault I was born to a weirdo family." he says. I gasp, he has never said anything that bad before. Suddenly, Uncle Kozmo comes down the stairs with Baby Tooth. She's on his side. A normal six year old would be laughing or snuggling into their uncle. But they seemed to have been having a conversation.
"What is the commotion?" Uncle Kozmo asks. Beatrice jumps from his side to dads arms.
"Jake here just needs to apologize to his mother. But Kozmotis, Sandy." dad says. And Kozmo sees to know exactly what he means. He nods.
"I'll just go for a stroll before work." he says. Then turns to us. "And I am teaching at the school today for and assembly so I will see you guys later." he says. He hugs me and Jake. Jake wasn't as mean to Kozmo, but still kinda. Then he picked up Beatrice and snuggled her nose. He walked through the door.
I glare at Jake, he was a first class brat. He grabs his gear for football and starts to go out the door. "Jakob, wait." Dad says, Jake turns around slowly.
"Yes dad?" he asks through gritted teeth.
Dad smiles. "No Football practice tonight. Hand m your gear." he says. Jake's eyes widen.
"You can't do that! Coach will make me run twenty five laps!" Jake yells, getting angry. Dad snatches Jake's gear. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
"Should have thought if that when you totally dissed your mother." Dad says back. The one thing about my dad, it isn't un-cool when he says words kids my age use. Jake turns to face dad.
"Your just mad I didn't try out for hockey." he spits out, then runs through the door. Dad turns to me giving me Jakob's gear.
"Go hide this, he will no doubt try to find it." Dad demands. I nod. After I hid it in his room, a place he'd never think of, I get into our car and dad drives us to school.
We pull up to the school, which was fairly small. We get out, and of course everyone is staring. We were one of those rich families. My dad is the best employee at school, so he has numerous promotions. And of course mom and uncle get fat pay checks. We were the only one's in Burgess to have a Volvo. It was silver, an S40.
My mom drove a red Mazda MX-5. And uncle Kozmo has a black Mercedes Benz SLR. Another reason most kids hated me. I hop out, ignoring the stares. Dad escorts me to my locker since I have him first block. Getting my gym bag, I run to class. The three bad things about your dad being a gym teacher? One, can't wear sexy gym clothes. Two, he expects a lot out of you. And three, No boys came within six feet of me.
After running like fifty laps, push-ups. Leg-lifts. And a bunch of other crap the bell rings. I hurry to my locker. I stuff My gym clothes in and get my book bag. I literally had to stuff in my gym bag. And after many blocks after that, it's lunch. Unlike many other kids, I hated lunch. It meant my brother and them bullied me, my own brother. And it meant eating lunch with nobody but your dad, which wasn't bad. And today Uncle Kozmo sat with us, since he was hosting an assembly.
We sat there in awkward silence, when Kozmo stiffens. He gets out his iPhone and types something showing it to dad. I knew what this meant. He was going to talk to me. This was why Uncle Kozmo was a good therapist, he seemed to know everyone's problem without them saying something.
"Sweetie, is there something you want to tell me?" dad asks softly. I shake my head. He frowns, like he caught me in a lie secretly. "Ok, just asking." he replies. I get up and empty my tray. Getting the heck outta there.
Then I run into something, or someone. I look up to see my brother. I gulp, it was time for my daily 'punishment'.
"Why hello Ms. Pathetic. It's nice seeing you again." Then he loud whispers. "Not really." he turns to his buddies, laughing. I was tired of being pushed away. I couldn't take it today. I talk loud hoping dad would hear.
"Wouldn't that make you Mr. Pathetic?" I ask, then cover my mouth. I can't believe I just said that. Jake snarls.
"Your not my real sister." he spat. Ok, that ne really hurt.
"Now, just tell me where dad hid my stuff and you can go unharmed." he says, a glint in his eyes. I knew he was going to hurt me anyway. I wish I could've stayed home, but I knew it wouldn't help. This bully wasn't no ordinary one, it was my brother. And brothers could hurt you at home to.
"Jakob Overland!" a voice shouts, my dad. I smile, he did hear me. Jake flinches, his eyes holding fear. Flaked by dad was uncle Kozmo.
"Detention for all of you." Kozmo says, an evil glint in his eyes. A lot of people were afraid of uncle. He was just terrifying in a weird way. Like he killed someone, but yet he didn't. Jake and his friends run away. Dad and Kozmo rush up to me.
"Are you ok?" dad asks. I nod numbly. Dad looks at me for a second. "Your going home." he finalizes. I sigh, knowing there was no way getting out of it.
We got home about an hour before school was supposed to end. Uncle post-poned his assembly, dad went home early, and mom left her workers in charge. I felt guilty for making them all come home just to punish my brother. That was, intill the door rung. That must be Jake. Dad gets up to get it. I follow him to see a big man with white hair.
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