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The bike ride home felt a lot slower than the journey to the school. It may have been because I was tired or the fact that my life wasn't making any sense whatsoever. Too much was happening too quickly for me to understand. It was all like girls; complicated, unrecognisable and maybe even dangerous. I finally reached the mansion and as I walked through the doors, I yelled.

"Odie I'm back!"

It started off silent, then I heard a muffled voice behind the office doors. It said "I'm in here."

I walked in, still with my backpack and helmet on. I saw Odie sitting at his desk. He looked grim.

"I just got a call from the police. I'm afraid they have found no trace of your father. They have called the search off and he is presumed dead."

I felt a tear run down my sweaty cheek. My dad seemed dead to me when he got sick. He never was the same. He was grumpier and more cranky. He was usually calm and relaxed when I was around. He died in my mind a long time ago. But it didn't stop me from crying. I leant into Odie's shoulder. He had been good to me since I was there, and he made a good parent. He would never replace dad, but having someone's shoulder to cry on gave me comfort. Even if it wasn't my dad.

"Look, there is going to be a funeral in two days for him. I'm hoping you will say a few words." I nod as I go to my room. This was a horrible start to the weekend. I cried into my pillow. I don't usually cry this much, but its hard to lose someone so close to you. Especially when they were the only family you had left. I stared at the ceiling for an hour. Motionless and thoughtless. I missed my dad so much. Why did he have to die?

I asked myself that question everyday since that fateful morning. It didn't help. It made things worse, but still, I asked myself. Again and again like repetitively slitting my wrists.

After an hour of crying and silence, I trodded myself downstairs. I heard loud squealing and smooching sounds.

Odies fiance.

Sure enough, they were making out in the kitchen and hadn't noticed me when I stood at the doorway. Odie was the first to notice me.

"Oh hey Herry." he said bashfully. "This is my Fiance, Mediellia. Mediellia, this is Herry. His father passed away a few days ago and- well, I'm his new guardian."

The woman stopped pinning Odie to the ground to look at me. Her eyes were sharp and they still pierce my thoughts today. Her hair was bleach blond but she looked Odies age. She looked at me from head to toe in a spooky manner.

She said three words. 'This is... ...surprising." Her eyes seemed so cold and it scared me. I'm not sure if it was because she didn't like kids or something. Either way, something seemed uncomfortable about her. Especially around me.

Odie watched this whole time. all of a sudden, his eyes filled with worry and realization of something and broke the silence.

"Herry will be coming with us to the brooks tonight." he gave me a wink. Medellia realized that she was staring me down. She looked away.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened there." She blushed. Her eyes had lost their sharpness, but were still the cold blue colour. I decided it be best not to bother her too much while I lived here.

As she left I asked Odie, "Who are the Brooks?"

He chuckled. "More old highsschool friends. Its a bit of a small reunion. Another friend is in town at the moment so we agreed to meet up. I know they will all love to meet you."This was nice and all, but now was time for me to do what I actually came downstairs for.

"Look Odie, something weird happened at rugby practice today;" I told him all about the sudden super strength and how I nearly killed my buddy Fred. You could see Odies facial expressions go from relaxed, to surprised, to concerned.

"So what do you think happened?" I asked after telling the story. He seemed to be thinking.

"Well, I don't know. But did you say super strength?" he asked curiously. I nodded. he thought more and then said.

"As far as I know, super strength is only in the movies and myths." He wasn't looking directly at me and seemed uneasy. He seemed to be hiding something. But he was a genius.

"Now, go have a shower and dress nicely please. We have a party to attend!

I was dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. Polite and relaxed. Just my style. I didn't seem underdressed or overdressed which was good because Medelias sharpness in her eyes was back. It seemed like it came and went like she was some kind of gollum. We all stepped into Odies Ferrari and took off towards a town slightly further out of Toronto. We arrived at the house. It was a smaller, older house with a large lawn littered with skateboards, basketballs, bikes, the sorts.

Odie rang the doorbell, waited five seconds for it to open, and once it was open, a redhaired woman shot out and hugged Odie.

"ODIE! How are you I haven't seen you in ages! The woman seemed a little younger than Odie, and extremely fit. Her hair was red in a ponytail.

Odie smiled, 'Its good to see you Atlanta. How are things here in Stoufville?"

All of a sudden, a young boy at around 12, charged out of the house with what appeared to be an identical twin. She yelled at them.

"Hey Conor! Brian! Clean up the mess you made on the lawn. You two are as bad as your father. I noticed that the twins' hair was a remarkable maroon colour. They moaned and started putting their stuff away. Atlanta looked at me.

"Ah you must be Herry. I heard about your dad. I'm really sorry." She looked sincerely at me for a second then looked up brightly and welcomed us into the house.

The house was rather cosy. It had a kitchen to the left where all the adults were chatting away. Odie led me in. I saw two other men talking to one another in the kitchen. One had remarkable purple hair and decent physique. The other- well I was in denial. It was Neil Brandemburg, a world famous actor who starred in Avatar 2 and Hangover 3 as well as playing Cronus in the Percy Jackson series. The man was known to be in the right place at the right time for things. And he was right in front of me.

"There he is!" exclaimed the purple haired man. He lent out his hand. I shook it obviously.

'I'm Archie Brook and this is-"

"Neil Brandemburg." I finished. "I love all of your movies. Your an amazing actor."

Neil smiled, "Nothing to it." he shook my hand as well. Archie went into the fridge and offered me a beer. I gladly accepted. I'm not a heavy drinker even today, but I enjoy a beer.

Atlanta came up behind me. "The other kids are downstairs in the basement if you want to meet them honey." She was a very nice lady. Very motherly. I wish I still had my mother around to look after me. She was not much more than a memory at this point.

Anyways, I headed downstairs to check out the basement. It wasn't exactly Odies mansion but it was nice. There were four kids. The twins; Conor and Brian, who I had already become aquaintances with. There was another boy. A little older than the twins. He was wearing a snapback and a hoodie. His purplish hair made it work quite well surprisingly. Then there was a girl. the oldest obviously, yelling at the twins.

"Will you tweebs stop wrestling? We have a guest." She was the first to get off the couch to introduce my school, the only girls that were good looking, were hoes and slept with anyone. Now this girl was HAWT. She had long, red hair, which was fairly straight. Her eyes were brown like chocolate and well, her body was nice but I don't think that you really care about how big her ass is. Irrelevant for now. She was wearing a navy boys sweater with ripped skinny jeans and a plain black toque.. She lent out her hand.

"I'm are you?" she asked. For looking like a tomboy, she didn't seem to be moderately polite.

"I'm Herry." I shook her hand. It was surprisingly firm.

"You mean from Harry Potter?" asked one of the twins. I simply smiled. I had received that mockery enough to put up with it.

"Nope.' I replied. They all seemed like nice people. I didn't feel threatened until the middle kid got up. sure he had a nice hat, but his walk seemed aggressive and hurtful.

"Sup." he mumbled. His I couldn't see his eyes under all the hair, but I was sure he was glaring at me. I could almost sense it.

The rest of them sat down on the couch to watch American Idol. Ashlynn offered me a seat beside her.

My first impression of her was a hoe. I'm not going to lie. Nobody can look that good but have a nice personality. That's just an assumption from personal experience though.

However, that handshake didn't seem to be hoeish at all. It was like no handshake I had ever had from a girl. Some girls try to be frail and helpless. Not her.

"So what do you like to do?" Ashlynn asked.

"I like to play bass and rugby." I said. She seemed surprised.

'Really? I play guitar! We should jam sometime. what music do you like?" she asked. Was she flirting? I assumed she wasn't.

"I like everything."

"No seriously, what bands do you like?"

I listed a few new bands as well as some classics like RHCP and Killers.

"Yeah, I like some of those bands. I love Green day though. Bloody classics." I agreed. Ashlynn seemed really nice. I hoped that I would get to know her better, but knowing me, I fall for girls way out of my league. I didn't want to make the same mistake again. All of a sudden, Ashlynns mom called for us.

"Dinner's ready!"

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