Disney High Volume 2

Pheonix's POV

Me and my brother Johnny decided to test our powers in the house after we came home from work. I accidentally torched his favorite painting and, he threw a fit and ran to his room! We were laughing when someone rang our house bell. I opened it and there was Uncle Fantastic. "Uncle! How are you?" I say with excitement. "Not well. I have some unfortunate news. Where's your brother?" Uncle responds. Oh no, what happened? Awe full thoughts filled my brain like bunnies in a field of carrots! I raced upstairs to Johnny and said "Johnny, Uncle Fantastic has some news for us" Johnny saw my sad look and said "ok what happened?"  "I don't know." "Well whatever it is, it can't be good. Especially if it's from Uncle Fantastic." "Yea" Johnny was right, no good news came from Uncle Fantastic. I remember when a summer like this came, my dog died. What did Uncle do? He walked up to me WITH THE DEAD DOG AND SAID " Your dog died"  Uncle is smart and all but is really dumb when it comes to kids. We sat in front of our crying uncle and exchanged looks. Johnny's face told me everything. Someone died. "Children, I'm afraid t-that your father d-died i-in a battle with Doctor Doom. Can you ever forgive us?" Uncle said. Forgive them? For my father's death? "It's not like you sacrificed him and abandoned him." I said fiercely. " Pheonix. Stop." Johnny said. " No Johnny, look around! Wake up! Father would've still been alive if it weren't for them!" "Ok so what! Dad wouldn't want you killing your uncle!" "Uncle please leave" I said. Uncle fled out the door and I collapsed and cried. It was Aunt and Uncle's fault! They did this to us on purpose! "Pheonix. Please, I know you're hurt. We're both hurt. Let's go get ice cream, and we'll just.....cry."  Johnny said. We walked to Eliq and Chris' ice cream stand and got two rainbow ice's. Eliq asked if I was okay, and I nodded yes. Nobody could see me like this. It was like a part of me was cut out. Sadness flowed in my mind but I covered it up with joy. Johnny and I walked home and I had 10 letters in my mailbox. It's not bills for sure! Only Dad...I'm sure they're bills. I take them inside and I read them. One Invitation to funeral and wake, Five cards saying I'm sorry for your loss, And four telemarketer pages. Great. I ate my ice cream and Johnny and I cried in each other's arms. He was the best brother I can ask for. But. I felt different. I changed. Wait...what's happening?