The Unknown

Chapter Nine ~ Cannon Stewart

We tiredly walk into the apartment building. We are greeted when we step into the elevator by a bigger man with black hair and a clean cut beard. He is in a sky blue and black uniform, he must work here. "Hello Grayson, fancy seeing you here," The man Greets Grayson. "Hello, everyone this is Albert. Albert this is Cannon, Rylee, Kacey, and Teagan," Grayson informs.

"Is there something wrong with your friend Teagan?" Albert questions. Grayson looks at Kacey who is cradling Teagan in her arms. Kacey shoots him a look. "Uh, no," Grayson stutters "She is just really tired, we've had a long day." Albert nods as we reach the top level. "I will leave you kids be," Albert assures

"Would you like me to inform your uncle that you are staying?" Albert asks before leaving. "No need," Grayson replied. Albert left back into the elevator as we step out.

When we step out all of the walls are white. The floor is a tan wooden style. All of the furniture is black and some of it is white.

"Well that settles that matter," I bark "Where are the beds?" Grayson looks to his left down a hall. "Down there. The last door at the end of the hall is mine. You guys can pick any of the others," He mumbles already heading to his room.

Kacey tramples down and chooses the first door on the right. She puts Teagan to bed and leaves into another room. Rylee goes into Teagans room and I am left on my own.

I pick the door next to Graysons and find a king sized bed with blue and red sheets. I plopped myself down into it and try to sleep, but I can't.

I wonder how I can train myself, and my telekinesis to get stronger. Is there a place that I could find to even do that without being caught by regular people? I wonder if Teagan, Rylee, and I could practice on the roof. We could make that our secret base. That would be dope.

I must have dozed off while I was thinking cause I just woke up and I smell some really shitty bacon. It smells burnt, I really need to teach these people how to cook their bacon.

I waltz out of my room and into the kitchen that has marble countertops and an island in the middle with black leather bar stools. It is Grayson cooking the bacon. "Hey Smartypants you should learn how to not burn the bacon next time," I say with sarcasm.

"Oh, so you could do better?" He counters. "Heck yeah, I been cooking bacon ever since I was your age. I'm pretty sure I could handle it," I remind him.

He passes me some burnt bacon and dishes me these amazing looking scrambled eggs. "I hope you like your eggs scrambled, it's the only way I know," He announces. "Nope" I joke. "Really?" He whines. "Dude I'm just kidding," I apologize.

I eat the rest of my breakfast and then walk down the hall and into the bathroom. I look under the sink to find just what I was looking for. A toothbrush.

I forgot my toothbrush, because I wasn't really planning on taking a last minute flight to France and having superpowers. So I brush my teeth with my new toothbrush.

I look into the mirror, I see my blue eyes and messy brown hair cut. I think I want to dye it sometime. Get a little green stripe just randomly in the back.