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Sometimes, when it's really warm outside, I dream about her. I think she left me on the doorstep to the orphanage sometime in the summer, I'm not sure. The only thing I know about myself for a fact is that my name is Chris Perry something and that I'm about seven, maybe eight, although I don't look that old yet.
I always thought that she would come back for me, up until a couple of years ago, when Alex's mom died before she could pick her up. Alex is fourteen, and kind of like my big sister. Everyone's like family; Alex, Bianca, Sammy, and several others. I'm the youngest of them all, we think, since I've always guessed I was born in summer and I look so small. Bianca and I are pretty close in age, though.
Anyways, since what Alex went through, I stopped believing that she'd come back.
In my dreams, she's crying, holding another boy, about two or three. She has soft brown hair—maybe I got it from her. One of her eyebrows is off- balanced, but I think that's my favorite thing about her. She always leaves me on the doorstep, wrapped in a blanket even though it's hot out.
Then she opens her mouth to speak, but I can't hear her. I only hear the dull roar of the cars on the street. Probably because I was too young to understand what she was saying. It frustrates me—whatever she had said, it had to have been important.
"Chris, what time do you think it is?" Bianca asks, swinging on the swing next to mine.
It is dark out, and the shadows have long passed. "I'd say about ten thirty." That's the best part about living at the orphanage; liberties. Once we've lived there for three years or so, and we're over the age of five, we can generally go any where. As long as we're back by twelve and don't do anything that will get Miss Marie in trouble.
Bianca shivers. "Let's go back, it's too dark out."
"Okay." I hop off my swing in mid-air, landing on the sand of the deserted playground with a thud. Bianca tries to follow, but I can see that she's going to fall, so I pull out my hand and use my power to send her back safely to the ground.
She smiles. "Thanks, Chris."
I grin back. We both have secrets that we only share with each other. We both have these unnatural abilities...like sometimes, I can move objects and people with my hands, and disappear to somewhere else with blue shining lights. Bianca can disappear, too, making kind of ripple like waves. And sometimes she can make things appear in her hands from out of nowhere.
But, for some reason, we always found it best not to tell anybody.
"Let's take the short cut," I suggest. "It'll get us home sooner, even if we have to go through the forest."
"If you're sure..."
"Sure I'm sure," I assure her. "Have I ever gotten us lost before?"
"Guess not. Let's go."
We walk carefully into the forest as quiet as Indians—a little trick we'd taught ourselves to hide from Sammy, who's twelve, when he'd chase us in tag. It wasn't long before I'd found us on the trail the lead to the back gate of the orphanage.
"Do you hear the crickets?" Bianca asked, marveling. "I love the sound, but it's so loud tonight."
I perk up my ears to listen. "You're right, it is unusually loud to—"
We hear a piercing shriek in the distance before I can finish.
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Sometimes, when it's really warm outside, I dream about her. I think she left me on the doorstep to the orphanage sometime in the summer, I'm not sure. The only thing I know about myself for a fact is that my name is Chris Perry something and that I'm about seven, maybe eight, although I don't look that old yet.
I always thought that she would come back for me, up until a couple of years ago, when Alex's mom died before she could pick her up. Alex is fourteen, and kind of like my big sister. Everyone's like family; Alex, Bianca, Sammy, and several others. I'm the youngest of them all, we think, since I've always guessed I was born in summer and I look so small. Bianca and I are pretty close in age, though.
Anyways, since what Alex went through, I stopped believing that she'd come back.
In my dreams, she's crying, holding another boy, about two or three. She has soft brown hair—maybe I got it from her. One of her eyebrows is off- balanced, but I think that's my favorite thing about her. She always leaves me on the doorstep, wrapped in a blanket even though it's hot out.
Then she opens her mouth to speak, but I can't hear her. I only hear the dull roar of the cars on the street. Probably because I was too young to understand what she was saying. It frustrates me—whatever she had said, it had to have been important.
"Chris, what time do you think it is?" Bianca asks, swinging on the swing next to mine.
It is dark out, and the shadows have long passed. "I'd say about ten thirty." That's the best part about living at the orphanage; liberties. Once we've lived there for three years or so, and we're over the age of five, we can generally go any where. As long as we're back by twelve and don't do anything that will get Miss Marie in trouble.
Bianca shivers. "Let's go back, it's too dark out."
"Okay." I hop off my swing in mid-air, landing on the sand of the deserted playground with a thud. Bianca tries to follow, but I can see that she's going to fall, so I pull out my hand and use my power to send her back safely to the ground.
She smiles. "Thanks, Chris."
I grin back. We both have secrets that we only share with each other. We both have these unnatural abilities...like sometimes, I can move objects and people with my hands, and disappear to somewhere else with blue shining lights. Bianca can disappear, too, making kind of ripple like waves. And sometimes she can make things appear in her hands from out of nowhere.
But, for some reason, we always found it best not to tell anybody.
"Let's take the short cut," I suggest. "It'll get us home sooner, even if we have to go through the forest."
"If you're sure..."
"Sure I'm sure," I assure her. "Have I ever gotten us lost before?"
"Guess not. Let's go."
We walk carefully into the forest as quiet as Indians—a little trick we'd taught ourselves to hide from Sammy, who's twelve, when he'd chase us in tag. It wasn't long before I'd found us on the trail the lead to the back gate of the orphanage.
"Do you hear the crickets?" Bianca asked, marveling. "I love the sound, but it's so loud tonight."
I perk up my ears to listen. "You're right, it is unusually loud to—"
We hear a piercing shriek in the distance before I can finish.