WHAT IF?

academy echo ~ two

-THE FIRST MOVE-

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"I forgot how cocky you are."

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After the sugar rush and a few outbreaks into songs, Klaus, Diego and Echo headed home. She helped them sneak back in then went on her walk home. Three knocks on the door, she waited. Then, waited some more. And some more. Two minutes past, she huffed, the red-head rounded her way to the back of the blue house, staring at the window she had left agape. She gripped her finger around the windowsill, pulling herself up. Once at the right height, the girl placed her elbows down for extra strength, she kicked her feet at the wall, her black boots definitely leaving marks, and finally clambered inside.

She rolled on her carpeted floor, boring into the ceiling for a few contemplating seconds before lazily getting up. Echo could feel the pressure of the silence lingering through the empty home on her chest, she sighed into the hallow air, tearing her shoes off. "Welcome home, Echo...Where have you been...? We've been so worry." She mocked to herself, changing into her pyjamas. "Don't worry guys, I was just out with some kids who have special powers. Yeah, I snook them out of their house and then we got doughnuts. My sugar intake is through the roof. I pray for my heart."

Cuddling under her duvet, Echo reach under her pillow and pulled out a wrecked notepad and got to writing;

Hello, my little book.

I know I've said it before, but I think journaling like this is stupid. But goddamn, does it feel good.

I know it sound depressing, but I don't really have anyone else to talk to about my day. Well, no one that would listen, or even care. I just feel so stupid. Everyday, my parent say 'Hi' and 'Bye' and then I don't see them for the rest of the day. They're always working! They make me go to that stupid academy because they don't know how to deal with me and my shitty powers that I don't even know how to control.

Honestly, they should of just let Old Guy Reggie adopt me when he asked. But that would of been kind of weird. I already see Diego and Klaus like brothers but to call Five my brother...I would rather stab my eye with a screw driver. He is the worst! Calling me 'Max', even though he known well how much I hate it. Just being a straight up dick. I hate him.

Yes, I know the way we bicker is childish, I have been told many times. But, I don't care. Every time I seen him, I feel like someone punching me in the gut, over and over and over again. It sucks.

Hey, at least we get to do dance classes now. I really don't know why Reggie Boy is making us do it but I'm not complaining. I love dance! And I think it's partner dancing, I hope I get paired with Diego, I love Klaus with all my heart, but his dance moves are questionable. Diego, on the other hand, that boy has some moves.

OMG!!! I just imagined dancing with Five and now I'm cry laughing. He probably listens to music like an old man, tapping his foot and clicking to the rhythm. Probably saying something like, "Hrm. This song has a great melody, quite exquisite." BAHAHAH.

Do you think he can even dance with that stick up his ass?
Oh, I crack myself up.

Anyways, that's all the yapping I have for tonight. Goodnight, my little book.

Shoving the book back under the pillow, Echo flopped her head down. She shut her eyes, scratching at the anxious itch growing on her neck. She wasn't sure if she was going to see her parents tomorrow but she was going to go in to the academy anyways. Those poor children had to live without her awesome presence for too long.