The UNKNOWN Number

The Death Of A Loved One

My younger sister, Diamond, was rushing to get out the door. Packing things as she went. As I stood there dumbfounded. My parents, Leanna and Eddy, were yelling at me to pack up so we could leave. My gloves touched my finger tips and my palms of my hands. Tears rolled down my cheek and touched  the gloves. Which were facing towards my face looking down at them. Shockwaves were all over the gloves. They seemed to resemble lighting. Knowing that these gloves will never ever work ever again after today. Lost in thought my brother, Weston, kept waving his hand in front of my face. Probably trying to get my attention. While I'm shaking my head and walk away outside to clear my head.

"You know we're not ever coming back to town ever again, right?" My brother Weston explained as I looked in his dark brown eyes. That he got from my mom's previous marriage. He got nice tan skin while I was stuck with pale white skin.

"Yeah, you don't have to keep reminding me."

I would of given him a hug but I was afraid my gloves won't work and I'll have another incident.

...

I sat there on the porch till It was dark. Sitting watching my family putting everything the car. So we could get far away from this town. My mother probably pack for me as they weren't yelling at me anymore. I'm not sure where were going proably at one of my father's colleges house over in the west.

My father is a scientist. He was the one who made these gloves for me and plenty of other devices. As for my mother is more on the business side of the things. I never ever really see my parents at all and when I do. Nothing ever comes good out of it. Which is why my older brother Weston mostly takes care of us. Except for the fact that he's a year older than me. Diamond, my little sister she's a freshman. Weston and I are seniors, somehow this is his second year of being a senior. Only because of me for my stupid hands.

After all the rushing, my mother pushing me in the car once everyone had their gloves on too. So they could touch me without...

Anyway we were rushing out of the town quickly before someone would notice he died. It's get hard running away from your problems instead of facing them. It did keep me out of jail and from not having a life. Most of the time it was school, running away, and following three simple rules. My one and only parents enforced for just me and no one else. Which is..

Rule number 1: For at all time wear your gloves

Rule number 2: Never ever go out at night

Rule number 3: Never ever have a relationship with a male specimen

Which were the worst like rule number three. Never will I ever get married. I already broke number 3 that turned out terrible. Which led us here right now. Running from town to town.