The Villain and her Hero

Chapter 1

My family and I are moving again, for the seventh time this year. My parents say it's to keep our identities hidden. We are the Castors, a well-know but yet still hidden, supervillain family. My parents are Dan and Anna, they have been in the family business since they were teenagers. Next I guess is me, I am Sierra, a 17-year-old, super-trained villain. Then, is my brother Elliot, he is 11-years-old. Next, is Cassie, she is 6-years-old. Lastly, is Rosie, she is 2-years-old. The only ones who really fight are my parents, El, and I.

We started to move our stuff into this large white house with blue shutters and red window frames.

"How can we afford such a big and beautiful house?" I asked my mother.

My mother responded saying, "A friend of ours is letting us stay with them."

"Oh" I said glancing at the house again.

"These people don't know who we are, so don't mention anything." My father said to my siblings and I.

We all nodded in response.

Eventually, all of the boxes were taken out of the moving vans and put onto the large, circular driveway.

I was nervous to step onto the porch with the first two boxes of my stuff in my arms.

"Mr. Quinn said to put all of the boxes in the garage for now to get them inside." My mother mentioned to me.

"Will do." I said in response.

Before walking into the garage, I see my father talking to an older man, who I presume is Mr. Quinn.

He is a taller gentleman that has brown hair with a few grays in it and light grey blue eyes. He is wearing much fancier clothing than my father, who is wearing a white shirt with blue jeans.

I place the boxes into the vacant corner of the garage and walk back into the house.

I see a woman standing next to the man now. She is a shorter woman that has black hair put up into a low bun with emerald green eyes. She is wearing a lilac purple dress that flows to just below her knees. A lot different to my mother who only wears jeans and casual tops much like my father.

My father calls me over to them.

"Sierra, this is Mr. and Mrs. Quinn. They are owners of this lovely home." My father says to me.

" How do you do?" I say to them practicing my skills of politeness my father taught me.

"Very well." the woman says to me.

"We'll let you get back to your work, but it was nice meeting you, Sierra." Mr. Quinn states.

"Thank you and you as well." I say in response.

I go back outside to help carry in more boxes. There are many more to go.