The D.E.A.T.H group

Chapter 1

My dream Never came true, to be a hero, and save a town from some harm! Instead I ended up being the damsel in distress. I'm a fourteen year old girl, and I was adopted in Greenland. We moved to the U.S. though after I was adopted. My friends here in the U.S. say I still have time to be a hero, but honestly my life is pretty much over. My dark Brown hair was shining in the moon light as I lie awake in my uncomfortable bed. There was not a single light around other than the moon shining through the window. The moon was so bright that night that I couldn't fall asleep. I wish I could fall asleep because every time I can't I doze off thinking about the night that got me here.

"Destrin!" said my mom at a yell

"Yes mom!" I said while reading a textbook, and trying to finish up my History homework due the next day.

"Go to bed, and finish that in the morning during breakfast!" she yelled while passing my thin, wooden bedroom door with a pile of laundry in her hands. My mom is beautiful woman with dark, brown hair like mine, a perfect smile, and thin lips, is really skinny, and is only 5'3, her first name is April. She's a Health instructor at the Roseberg Health center. She's so strict about are health that every morning, for breakfast, we eat some fruit, and a few cups of water so were hydrated.

My dad has light brown hair, crooked teeth, and rather chubby lips, could care less about his weight, and is 5'9, his first name is Pilpo. He works as the manager at the Talfrio workshop, a wood work place. He usually isn't home for dinner because he knows were going to only healthy food, so he goes to the Carotos pizzeria every night, and order's a large pizza, and demolishes all of it by himself.

Two years ago he came home with a doll house for my birthday. I don't know why a dollhouse, I mean I've never really shown an interest in dolls, but he did. This doll house came with a fresh coat of paint, and no dolls. Since I never had an interest in dolls, I never got any dolls, so the doll house was pretty much use less. I left it in the corner to gather dust over the years. Sometimes it gave me night mares if I would look at before bed. My older brother Philemon always made scary story about my doll house, and tell me them before I went to bed so I would have night mares.

My brother has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is considered the cool kid at school, all I see in him is a rude older brother! When I was little he would get me out of my bed at night, and throw me outside and lock the doors. I would scream and cry till my parents found me. Sometimes when I was younger I wished he would get lost in the woods and slender man would kill him, and eat his body, and then leave his heart at are door step!

"Once upon a time random dolls came out of your dollhouse and killed you in your sleep. Took your body into the woods, and nobody noticed you were even gone. All they noticed was that life was so much easier!" Said Philemon running out of the room laughing hysterically.

I thought if Philemon died my life would be a dream. My parents said if it really happened I would be devastated, I think not. He says since I was adopted, he is more loved by our parents. That's what makes me hate him most. He believes if he had permission he would kill me, so he would get all the attention.

"Wake up Destrin! You slept in!" Said Mrs. Estuary Haven "More chores for you!" she said in an angry voice.

"Yes ma'am." I said in a worn out voice. I cried in my bed like I do every time I remember.

I got up and wandered over to my dollhouse. I sat down in front of it, and looked at the spots where the paint had chipped away since I had dropped it. I started to doze off again, back to where my dream had left off.

"Destrin run for your life! Don't come back for us, just go!" Said my mom in such a hoarse voice I didn't know it was her talking at first. I got out of bed, but there standing in front of me stood a woman I have never seen before. I was startled, she was a witch I could tell, but not your average witch, but you could tell she was one! She had gray hair, a blue cloak that must have been fifty- year's old, black eyes, and her arms were outstretched in front of her like a zombie. She chanted words I didn't understand, then with her wrinkly hands she reached into her pocket and grabbed three gemstones. Slowly the gemstones went from purple to black. She slowly turned around, and jumped out of the window.

Fifteen minutes later, when I thought the coast was clear, I heard a scream from down stairs! I grabbed my dollhouse and threw it out the window with a thud. I jumped on the old oak tree by my window and started to climb down the tree. When I hit the bottom I grabbed my doll house to make a run for my neighbor's house when I noticed the three black gemstones on the ground. I grabbed them and made a run for it.

I finally got to my neighbor's house and explained the story to them while they called 911. Five minutes later the police arrived. They all had the same outfit on, police uniform, police hats, handcuff's, a gun, a Taser, a Walkie talkie, and a shield that said police on the front of it. They kicked down the door to my house to find my parents and my brother lying on the floor. No blood was on the ground, and their bodies were not pierced. I was relived, until they came back ten minutes later saying they are indeed dead. I cried so much the neighbors thought I was sick.

The next day after crying so much, the neighbors came up to me and told me the worst news a child could hear in their life time! "Destrin, dear. Um.... We have just been notified that tomorrow at 12:00 pm you will be transported to the Andes orphanage for girls and boys, so you might want to um.... Start packing tonight." My neighbors' voice sounded shaky the whole time she was giving the terrible speech. "Oh and by the way Destrin about those crystals you were talking about, well we figured the police might want them for the investigation, so we took them out of your doll house and sort of gave them to the police" She sounded more confident this time, like she was doing a good deed.

I awoke from my daze, and tried not to cry. I opened my doll house for the first time since my parents died to find three little dolls. To brown haired adults, one female, one male, and a blonde haired boy who was shorter than the adults. I figured my neighbors put them in there before I left to remind me of my family, and as an I'm sorry for what happened gift. 

 A boy came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I was embarrassed because my hair was a mess, I was crying, and I'm playing with a doll house! He didn't seem to care though. He had Red hair, Green eyes, a pointy nose, and really small feet. I stood up, but before I was fully up the boy pushed me back down and stared at me for a good three minutes. "You're the master..." He turned and walked away.

I figured out his name. His name is Taxable. I was confused at first because I was like, who names there kid Taxable, but then I found out that was his name because taxable is a longer way of saying tax, and his mom wanted him to deal with tax's when he got older. I avoided Taxable as best as I could because he gave me the creeps. I tried to figure out what "You're the master" means, but never understood.