The Side Character Club (TSCC)

The Royalty of Westborough

Westborough... how to describe Westborough...

Let's start with what Westborough isn't. Because in order to know what anything is, you have to know what it isn't.

Westborough isn't a modern town. It isn't the type of town where everyone knows each other. It isn't the type of town that is charming, that had that one sports or academic team that somehow won a prestige competition. No, Westborough isn't even a town in the middle of nowhere. Westborough wasn't even the type of town that was found for its proximity to rivers or other major cities or ports or roads.

No, Westborough is a town that was founded for beauty. But beauty fades, and all that is left is the sketchy town with even sketchier occupants.

Its history is... filled with supernatural occurrences if you look closely. It's the type of town that still has their superstitions and everyone sleeps with a gun under their pillow. The type of town that is lovely during the day but seems haunted at night. The type with faded storefronts and gangs running through town at night. The type where everyone seems poor until you realize they aren't.

The type where there is royalty.

I'm not so sure what my twin and I are called. I think King Cupid and the Ice Queen are our nicknames... but I know our older sister, Alessa's nickname. They call her the Puppet Master. She once mind-controlled someone to basically beat themselves up after they tried hurting Lucas and I. We were young then, not manifested and basically defenseless. Oh wait... you don't know what manifestation is... it's when you develop your abilities, if you are an Ancient. And an Ancient is basically the original human, but nowadays sometimes human genes mutate back into Ancient genes, or Ancients continue their line with other Ancients.

My family is special... Monarchs, we're the ones that care for other Ancients when they manifest. They blackout and wake up at our house, or at least, in front of it. Monarchs are stronger, but the Monarch gene doesn't manifest in everyone. Usually just a few families, but some unlucky children end up being droids, when their powers are too powerful and just don't manifest. But it's not just Monarch children that can end up as droids. All Ancient children have that small chance of being a droid.

I manifested late... and my parents thought that I was a droid before then... but now I have my powers, and all is well. Mostly.

I'm thankful for Alessa. She isn't our real sister, she's actually our cousin, but her parents are basically worse than crap, and abandoned her with us because they thought we would treat her horribly. Heh, they were wrong. She protects us a lot, even though she knows we are fine on our own.

Did I mention that we're the leaders of an association that basically controls the other associations? You know, basically a ruling gang.

Oh, no? It must have slipped my mind.

We're called the Royals. I don't honestly know why we were nicknamed that. But that is basically our name. Originally, we just started as trying to find a way to stop the gang fights, but somehow we took over. We don't have a lot of members, unlike the others.

Anyways.

"Cali!" Alessa is sliding down the railing.

"Yeah," I answer, shoving down cereal as fast as possible, "what is it?"

"Where's Lucas?"

Lucas answered by popping in the doorway, his hands lazily in his pocket. Gale was by his side, and they both looked sunkissed with their bike helmets in their hands.

I frown, because they shouldn't still be biking in this cold weather, but Lucas tosses a grin to me. I watch Gale closely, but she doesn't blush or anything. And that's how I know... Lucas likes her!!

Lucas has the ability to manipulate emotions, but the problem is that he also basically is... irresistible when he's happy. It's linked somehow, like a side effect. The only people the side effect doesn't work on are family and the person he likes...

"Well, someone is in a good mood," Alessa comments. Lucas winks and gently slides Gale's gray beanie a bit down to cover her red ears from the cold.

"And our parents aren't up yet so," I say, sing-song.

Alessa looks at me, "Nevermind, two people are in a good mood."

Gale tosses a glass ball toward me, making it land into my palm. "Three, actually."

I levitate it and let it fly before it reaches Alessa, and she competitively levitates it around the room, making it fly before shooting it at Lucas, who pops it out of the air into his palm.

We start going faster, and poor Gale is barely able to catch it, almost unable to keep up because of her lack of ability of object manipulation. She twirls it on her finger, and then plainly drops it, making us have to raise it back up before flying it around again.

Alan walks in, and stops the ball mid-air.

"You guys were playing without me?" He pouts slightly before changing into a liquid form and dissipating.

I pocket the ball after it flies to me, "I think school is starting soon."

Lucas ruffles my hair, and frowns slightly, "And that's why you are no fun."

Alan also frowns and casually agrees with Lucas.

I sigh, and then finally use to the half extent of my object manipulation ability, and shoot it at the speed of lightning at Alan. "Woah - " he ducks, and I stop it before it hits the window.

"We gotta go wake up CJ, Cass, and Harper." I say.

This time they come along silently, Alessa taking the lead up the stairs and opening the door to the bedroom that they share. The house is sort of small, with three bedrooms supplying ten people. Harper, Cass, Alan, and CJ, they are technically guests. Permanent guests.

They all have backstories.

Harper, she may have the best life of all of them. She was born to regular parents, and after manifesting, she stays here, her parents accepting the fact that she was "different". They're on pretty good terms, and they live across town.

Cass was a runaway, born to a Hollywood couple that didn't care if their child was still alive or dead.

Alan had a similar story to Cass, but he never ran away. He stayed with his rich family until he manifested and ended up here. They never looked for him.

CJ... he grew up on the streets, with an older brother that lost a battle to illness on the way. Never knew his parents.

The point is... we all have backstories.

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I don't have anything to say, so cya!!!

writingshare123

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