Program: Superhuman *ON HOLD*

Chapter 15: Explosion

    "Willow!"

    "Go away, Arden!"

    I sighed, curled up on the chair in my room, mulling over the events of the day. Arden had been trying to get me to come out for the last past ten minutes, but I didn't relent. I would rather mope around in my room about my mother going on a date with Mr. Rich-and-Evil guy than have to deal with my brother, who was just as upset as me.

    "Come on!" He pounded my door. "Pouting won't solve the problem."

    "Then what will, genius?" I growled. "She's in his hands."

    "I thought we decided he wanted to kill us."

    "But what if Uncle Forge was wrong and he actually wants to kill Mom, so he can get to us?"

    "That doesn't even make any sense! We would be given to our next of kin, or put into foster care."

    "And he could get us from the system!"

    He groaned dramatically, slamming his head to my door. "Willow. Just let me in. We can work out something together."

    "How? We can't follow them because we don't have a car. Asking Junior is out of the question – if he's really a superhuman, and he actually erased his memory, then it could be risky asking him to help us. And we have no way to contact Uncle Forge or the rest of... the people!"

    "Why don't we just take a bus?"

    Now it was my turn to groan. "And do what? We don't even know where they went. Besides, if we did know, what would we do? Cheesy pranks so they'll hate each other? We've all watched The Lion King 1 ½, Arden. We know what that did for Timon and Pumbaa."

    "Would you just. Let. Me. In?"

    Debating it for a few moments, I finally stood up and unlocked my door. Sammy waddled in, tail wagging. "Alright. Now what?"

    "Aren't you friends with Macy on Facebook?" he asked incredulously.

    I stopped short. "I... no. I'm not."

    He rolled his eyes and brushed past me, sitting at my desk and opening my laptop.

    "Can't you just do this on your own computer?" I inquired tiredly, taking a place next to him and looking over his shoulder.

    "Junior talked to you, not me," was his excuse.

    He logged onto Facebook and searched Macy's name. She appeared on his list of friends, which I found strange since we had only known her a few days, but I didn't question. When he clicked on the thumbnail, we were taken to her profile, where I saw there were quite a few things that I still had to learn of her. In her profile picture, she sat on a park bench with two little boys who looked exactly alike on either side of her. They had short-cut, brown hair and brown eyes, with brownish skin. They both stuck their tongues out each other. Macy, with her hands on their backs, was shrugging and looking at the sky, as if it was hopeless to break them up.

    It was obviously a posed picture.

    "Who are they?" I asked, pointing to the two boys.

    "Macy's twin brothers," Arden answered before pressing the message button.

    "She has brothers?"

    "Really, Willow, just friend her," he chastised. He started typing out a message to her.

    ""Mom's on a date with Daren Vale. What do we do?"" I read. "Seriously?"

    "What?" he asked in defense.