New Friends
My life started out pretty normal, well normal for me. I didn't know until I turned 13. But my parents knew. They knew about my powers.
All of my life had been lies conceived by the people I had trusted the most. I still remember the bitter sting I felt when my parents told me the truth. Well, I found out at school, about my powers. But that's a story for another time. This is the story of how I met the bestest friend that I have ever known.
It started on the week before the first day of school. I was on the blacktop of the park a block away from the school when I noticed something. I noticed a lonely girl with long hair, sitting on the swingset. Her hair was black at the top and blue at the bottom. She had dark skin that covered a slender body. I guessed that she was my age. On her face she wore, large round glasses that sat atop a pointy nose. She was wearing a dark purple blouse and a long skirt.
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I sat on the swing set outside, I didn’t really have any friends and it was the only place I could sit at peach without being bullied. I pulled my long blue and black hair over my shoulder and continued to read.
Wondering what I look like. Okay I’ll tell you. I have long hair, black at the top and blue at the bottom. My dark skin covered my slender body. Large round glasses sat atop my pointy nose.
That particular day I was wearing a dark purple blouse and a long skirt.
Oh yeah! My mom … one of the most feared villains in this universe. My mother’s name? Nightshade. My father? His name is Black Shadow … let’s just say he isn’t around anymore, trapped in the core of Neptune by Thunder Strike, Thea’s dad. Thea’s mother is The Tempest, my mother’s worst enemy.
Speak of the devil, here she comes now.
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I walked over thinking I could make a new friend. When I got there, she hissed. A long black tongue flicked out and I almost ran speedily away.
“Is anyone sitting here?” I asked as sweetly as I could.
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I gave her a hard stare and pointed out the obvious.
“You’re not afraid of me?” I asked.
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“What’s there to be afraid of?” I asked.
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“You don’t know who I am?”
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“I know who you are, I just like being kind to whoever I meet,” I answered.
“What are you doing?” asked a voice behind me, “run away from her, she could destroy us in a second.”
I noticed the lonely girl flinch at this statement. She quickly wiped away a metallic black tear. I turned around and he flinched.
“Be kind, Derrick. Oh wait I forgot that word isn't in your vocabulary,” I replied, sharply.
“Jeez Thea! I was just trying to help!”
“I don’t need help Derrick. Only you need help to watch your mouth before you talk. Don’t you remember that my dad is Thunder Strike?” I asked, “or have you forgotten that my dad could beat your dad?”
Derrick grimaced at this statement, “FINE, BUT DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN SHE TURNS ON US ALL! SHE'S EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN HER PARENTS!!”
“So what. I don’t care about your opinions or your criticism. Besides I wouldn’t come crying to you, in fact who would come crying to a bully like you. Come on, Umbra,” I said, “let’s go.”
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“You know my name?!” I said, bewildered at what she had said. “N-nevermind.”
I followed her, rubbing the side of my arm anxiously. The words that boy Derrick had used really stung, but I was used to it
“Thanks Thea” I kept my voice low, “you really didn’t have to do that.”
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“I really did have to. They have bullied you for long enough,” I replied.
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“I know … they’re right you know. I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers."
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“Doesn’t matter. I want to make friends. It seems I’ve made a lot of enemies, though,” I laughed at that statement but stopped suddenly when I saw her face.
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“Y-you wanna be my …” I paused, “friend?” the words tasted foreign on my tongue
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“Yeah. Why not?” I replied.
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I nearly tackled her in a huge bear style hug
“Umbra?!” A sickeningly familiar voice said behind me.
Oh no… It was my mother
“UMBRA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!”
“Ummmmmm … nothing?” I dropped my new … friend and threw her to the ground.
“Sorry!!” I whispered.
“Let's go mom”
“Fine” she said through gritted teeth, grabbing my arm and yanking me alongside her harshly.
“Ow!”
“SILENCE CHILD” she said bitterly, and threw me into a black limo and drove away
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I watched from the ground as Umbra was dragged away.
“Wow, mean mom. I feel bad for her,” I said, getting to my feet
“Stings, don't it, knowing I was right. Your friend left you on the ground,” Derrick said, bitterly, “I was right you were wrong. Admit it.”
“Back off Derrick. You weren't right and will never be right,” I said.
“Explain why you were on the ground then,” he said.
“Why do you need to know?” I asked.
“Why do I not need to know?” he shot back at me.
“You don't need to know!” I yelled. Without waiting for a response, I shot into the sky and flew home. It was my second time flying and I was still learning. While I was up there, since I'm still learning, I ran into a few birds.
“Woah. What a rush!” I said when I finally touched down, crashing more than a few times.
“Mom, dad, I'm home,” I yelled, and, getting no response, I tried again, “mom, dad?”
“Sorry hun, I'll be right there,” dad said from the garage.
“OK dad,” I called, “I'm going to my room.”
Looking in the mirror at my pink and blue pixie cut, I thought about how similar Umbra and I were. Except, my skin was fair and tan. Hers was dark but still fair. Just then, I heard this voice in my head.
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“Hey, Thea. You there?” I said, in her head.
. . . . . .
“Umbra?!” I thought back, surprised. Wait … she got powers!? She's only 13! If she has powers and I have powers, we must have a powerful friendship. I know I'll keep the bullies off her back. Our friendship could change the world.
. . . . . .
“I've had my powers since I was 4.” I thought at her, thinking about how I was so confused when I got them.
. . . . . . .
“Legit?” I asked, bewildered. I had only known one person that got powers at four. That person is Merilyn
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“Yes.”
. . . . .
Merilyn had silvery white hair, flowing past her waist, and large silver eyes. Blind eyes. I could remember her perfectly, I remembered her laugh, I remembered her dazzling smile … I remembered her sacrifice.
She had taken a blow … A deadly blow for me.
She was dead.
She was only 6 and had such potential. I remember what happened that day. The bloody scene played in my head over and over, driving me to the brink of insanity.
. . . . .
“Stop that” I said, breaking her train of thought. The things she was imagining were too much for her fragile heart … a kind persons heart. It had been many years since I had met a kind person.
. . . . . . .
“Stop what?” I asked, confused.
. . . . . .
“Lingering in the past. A wise person once said ‘don’t linger on the past, for you'll miss the future’ remember those words” I replied
. . . . . .
“I will, and I’m sorry,” I said.
. . . . . .
“Good,” I replied, “I can bring her back you know.”
. . . . . . .
“You would do that…” I paused, “for me. That would make me so happy.”
. . . . . .
“Of course … Meet me at the half bridge at 12:00, see you,” and with that I left her mind.
All of my life had been lies conceived by the people I had trusted the most. I still remember the bitter sting I felt when my parents told me the truth. Well, I found out at school, about my powers. But that's a story for another time. This is the story of how I met the bestest friend that I have ever known.
It started on the week before the first day of school. I was on the blacktop of the park a block away from the school when I noticed something. I noticed a lonely girl with long hair, sitting on the swingset. Her hair was black at the top and blue at the bottom. She had dark skin that covered a slender body. I guessed that she was my age. On her face she wore, large round glasses that sat atop a pointy nose. She was wearing a dark purple blouse and a long skirt.
. . . . . . .
I sat on the swing set outside, I didn’t really have any friends and it was the only place I could sit at peach without being bullied. I pulled my long blue and black hair over my shoulder and continued to read.
Wondering what I look like. Okay I’ll tell you. I have long hair, black at the top and blue at the bottom. My dark skin covered my slender body. Large round glasses sat atop my pointy nose.
That particular day I was wearing a dark purple blouse and a long skirt.
Oh yeah! My mom … one of the most feared villains in this universe. My mother’s name? Nightshade. My father? His name is Black Shadow … let’s just say he isn’t around anymore, trapped in the core of Neptune by Thunder Strike, Thea’s dad. Thea’s mother is The Tempest, my mother’s worst enemy.
Speak of the devil, here she comes now.
. . . . . . .
I walked over thinking I could make a new friend. When I got there, she hissed. A long black tongue flicked out and I almost ran speedily away.
“Is anyone sitting here?” I asked as sweetly as I could.
. . . . . . .
I gave her a hard stare and pointed out the obvious.
“You’re not afraid of me?” I asked.
. . . . . . .
“What’s there to be afraid of?” I asked.
. . . . . . .
“You don’t know who I am?”
. . . . . . .
“I know who you are, I just like being kind to whoever I meet,” I answered.
“What are you doing?” asked a voice behind me, “run away from her, she could destroy us in a second.”
I noticed the lonely girl flinch at this statement. She quickly wiped away a metallic black tear. I turned around and he flinched.
“Be kind, Derrick. Oh wait I forgot that word isn't in your vocabulary,” I replied, sharply.
“Jeez Thea! I was just trying to help!”
“I don’t need help Derrick. Only you need help to watch your mouth before you talk. Don’t you remember that my dad is Thunder Strike?” I asked, “or have you forgotten that my dad could beat your dad?”
Derrick grimaced at this statement, “FINE, BUT DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN SHE TURNS ON US ALL! SHE'S EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN HER PARENTS!!”
“So what. I don’t care about your opinions or your criticism. Besides I wouldn’t come crying to you, in fact who would come crying to a bully like you. Come on, Umbra,” I said, “let’s go.”
. . . . . .
“You know my name?!” I said, bewildered at what she had said. “N-nevermind.”
I followed her, rubbing the side of my arm anxiously. The words that boy Derrick had used really stung, but I was used to it
“Thanks Thea” I kept my voice low, “you really didn’t have to do that.”
. . . . . . .
“I really did have to. They have bullied you for long enough,” I replied.
. . . . . .
“I know … they’re right you know. I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers."
. . . . . .
“Doesn’t matter. I want to make friends. It seems I’ve made a lot of enemies, though,” I laughed at that statement but stopped suddenly when I saw her face.
. . . . . .
“Y-you wanna be my …” I paused, “friend?” the words tasted foreign on my tongue
. . . . . .
“Yeah. Why not?” I replied.
. . . . . .
I nearly tackled her in a huge bear style hug
“Umbra?!” A sickeningly familiar voice said behind me.
Oh no… It was my mother
“UMBRA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!”
“Ummmmmm … nothing?” I dropped my new … friend and threw her to the ground.
“Sorry!!” I whispered.
“Let's go mom”
“Fine” she said through gritted teeth, grabbing my arm and yanking me alongside her harshly.
“Ow!”
“SILENCE CHILD” she said bitterly, and threw me into a black limo and drove away
. . . . . .
I watched from the ground as Umbra was dragged away.
“Wow, mean mom. I feel bad for her,” I said, getting to my feet
“Stings, don't it, knowing I was right. Your friend left you on the ground,” Derrick said, bitterly, “I was right you were wrong. Admit it.”
“Back off Derrick. You weren't right and will never be right,” I said.
“Explain why you were on the ground then,” he said.
“Why do you need to know?” I asked.
“Why do I not need to know?” he shot back at me.
“You don't need to know!” I yelled. Without waiting for a response, I shot into the sky and flew home. It was my second time flying and I was still learning. While I was up there, since I'm still learning, I ran into a few birds.
“Woah. What a rush!” I said when I finally touched down, crashing more than a few times.
“Mom, dad, I'm home,” I yelled, and, getting no response, I tried again, “mom, dad?”
“Sorry hun, I'll be right there,” dad said from the garage.
“OK dad,” I called, “I'm going to my room.”
Looking in the mirror at my pink and blue pixie cut, I thought about how similar Umbra and I were. Except, my skin was fair and tan. Hers was dark but still fair. Just then, I heard this voice in my head.
. . . . . . . .
“Hey, Thea. You there?” I said, in her head.
. . . . . .
“Umbra?!” I thought back, surprised. Wait … she got powers!? She's only 13! If she has powers and I have powers, we must have a powerful friendship. I know I'll keep the bullies off her back. Our friendship could change the world.
. . . . . .
“I've had my powers since I was 4.” I thought at her, thinking about how I was so confused when I got them.
. . . . . . .
“Legit?” I asked, bewildered. I had only known one person that got powers at four. That person is Merilyn
. . . . . .
“Yes.”
. . . . .
Merilyn had silvery white hair, flowing past her waist, and large silver eyes. Blind eyes. I could remember her perfectly, I remembered her laugh, I remembered her dazzling smile … I remembered her sacrifice.
She had taken a blow … A deadly blow for me.
She was dead.
She was only 6 and had such potential. I remember what happened that day. The bloody scene played in my head over and over, driving me to the brink of insanity.
. . . . .
“Stop that” I said, breaking her train of thought. The things she was imagining were too much for her fragile heart … a kind persons heart. It had been many years since I had met a kind person.
. . . . . . .
“Stop what?” I asked, confused.
. . . . . .
“Lingering in the past. A wise person once said ‘don’t linger on the past, for you'll miss the future’ remember those words” I replied
. . . . . .
“I will, and I’m sorry,” I said.
. . . . . .
“Good,” I replied, “I can bring her back you know.”
. . . . . . .
“You would do that…” I paused, “for me. That would make me so happy.”
. . . . . .
“Of course … Meet me at the half bridge at 12:00, see you,” and with that I left her mind.
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