Life started to get interesting when my family moved to Ohio and Sophia, Stephen, and I transferred schools. I was in the 4th grade when I met a girl who received steady A++s in science and mysteriously disappeared the day after she turned nine... then a new girl transferred to our school in 5th grade with no nose or mouth. She would go home around lunchtime everyday either because the bullying was too harsh or because she had special ways of eating... I don't know...We became great friends(despite of her lack of facial features and my lack of joy or color)and she told me one day on her little talking device that if she could, she would bring my Grapes back to life and make sure he knew how my sister and I had turned out. She didn't know about Stephen only because I kept forgetting to bring him up.
In 6th grade, a short girl with strangely colored hair and anger issues transferred. I was pretty convinced she was an alien, as in Extra Terrestrial. I saw potential and asked her to join Sophia, The faceless girl, and I to be duh-dun-duh!!! SUPERHEROES!!!!!!!!! She strangely accepted. She said in the strangest voice, " I accept your Earthy-Offering, however I am surely-(at this point she did a weird thing with her arms and bent down and came back up)-going to be treated humanely--humanly--whatever, Am I CORRECT??" She was correct. "oh, yeah. I've heard about that girl. Isn't her name Marabel or something?"
7th grade was when I met you. "Oh, goody, NOW you make it interesting." Don't get your hopes up too high. You were merely assigned to be my partner for a history project. You didn't know this, but I was leaping and dancing for joy in my head when I found out that the first project of the year would be in history. After all, history IS my favorite subject.
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Sorry for the super long back story, I get carried away with that sometimes. The people in this story are technically not real, so any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. I promise this will get better over the next few chapters.
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When the Clock Stops Ticking
Ficção CientíficaLittle Sylvia never knew what was in store for her when her grandfather passes away. She also never knew what would happen when the only thing her grandfather left behind breaks. This is a story about one of the IO sisters, or a part of one anyway...
