*Mystery characters p.o.v.* *winks*
"Hey, watch it!" A boy yelled, pushing me to the side. I continued to walk, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. Usually Jimmy didn't bully me anymore, but once I was shipped to this lovely boarding school in Maryland with him, it began again.
No one looked at me once. Messing with Jimmy ment losing your lunch money, or worse. I sighed and continued to walk down the long hallway. I missed my old house, even if my foster parents abused me. I missed my real mom. My dad died a long time ago, when I was just a few months old in a house fire, apparently. My mom died two years later. This had to do with a Hurricane that flooded our little house. I remember the helicopter flying over us, me screaming my head off and my mom sushing me quietly. I remember them telling us they were full and coming back, and then my mother said to take me up and come back for her. "You are my sunshine..." She sang the same one that Emi sang to me when I had nightmares, and I never forgot it. I never saw my mom again. She's most likely dead.
"Hey, dog brains, where'd you get the t-shirt, the dollar store?" Someone called. The group laughed around him. My face got hot, and I zipped up my navy blue jacket, covering myself with the hood.
"Hey, stop it, twerp!" The guy yelled. I realized it was a fifth grader, Bobby, with his friends around him.
"What," I asked.
He grinned evilly and laughed so I could see his chipped tooth. "Heard its your birthday. You deserve a present."
Crap. Johnny sent him, and the teachers were at a meeting. "What kind of present?"
He grabbed my shirt collar and the rest of the kids followed behind him, smirking as I squirmed uselessly. Now everyone was laughing at me as Bobby carried my down the hallway. My jacket wouldn't come loose, although it could have if there was no zipper. Damnit, stupid zipper.
We walked into the boys bathroom, Johnnys gang, including the only girl who also had her phone out, Rebecca, followed, still laughing. He pushed open a stall and threw my head towards the toilet.
"Stop right there pudge face," a girl's voice rang throughout the room. The entire group of kids turned in surprise as we looked at a small girl standing right square in the middle of the bathroom. She looked familiar, and she grinned at me when she saw me.
"Give me the kid, I just got driven by a psycho-path for a brother and I really don't want to have to start a fight."
"Ha!" Bobby laughed. "I can handle a skinny eight grader."
The girl fumed, "I'M SEVENTEEN!"
I looked around and saw three kids peeking in the door at the same time. Past them was one more person, but other than that the hall was empty. My mind was racing, my heart pounding. "Guys, I don't wanna start a fight-"
Bobby sneered at me. "Hey prissy, what abouts I do this!"
He pushed me back towards the toilet, and, to my surprise, I started to fly.
"AHH!" I screaming, flailing my arms. A blonde kid stood now, his arms raised in the air, seeming to hold me up.
"What the-" Bobby said, but the girl flicked her arms and Bobby was on the floor, soaked. His friends gasped, stumbling over each other, but a girl with brown hair in a long, unneat braid stood in the way.
"Movecity, pretty," said Andrew. "We can hook up later."
She smiled brightly. "Okay! Can you all stand over there?"
The kids nodded, and ran over to where she was pointing. Bobby was beginning to stand again, and a girl ran into the room, punching him in the face and stealing his wallet.
"Woah! Clarrise, that was a bit harsh," said the girl with the braid.
"He deserved it!" Clarrise yelled. "Hey Nico, is it time?"
"Yeah, yeah," said Nico who was shrinking into the floor. Wait WHAT!
He was now just a shadow, grabbing the rest of the gang and taking them from the bathroom. Bobby was knocked out cold when Nico grabbed him, too. I stared in horror, and blondey dropped his hands, making me fall onto my bum, making a loud THUD! throughout the bathroom. The teenagers all turned to me, and I back up into the stall, kicked the door closed with my foot and locking it.
"Aaron, let us in, we're not gonna hurt you," said a voice.
"Emily, lemme get this one," said another that I recognized as the braided girls voice. "Come on, sweetie, open the door. We have a long lost family member sort of thing that we'd like you to see."
Under other circumstances, I would have left it close, but this grill seemed trustworthy... kind. I peaked out the door and gasped. I recognized the girl now. The one who had apparently hot Bobby with the toilet water. The girl who saved me.
It was Emi.
END OF BOOK!
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