This story starts in Ridgewood, Queens, NYC, in 1991. Near Bleecker Street, there lives The Richardsons.
"Goin' out, Dad!" This voice belonged to you, (Y/n) (L/n), the Adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Richardsons.
Mr. Richardson is a professional con by day, and a ruthless boxer by night. Mrs. Richardson is a normal suburban mom... who ran a secret gambling hall somewhere in the city. They wanted their kids to not grow up like them and be better than them even though they receive a lot of money by either conning or running illegal businesses.
"Yup, Ay, Get the mails fa' me, will ya?!" your father shouted on your way out
"Sure!" You replied
"And uh, grab me a cup of joe while you're at it!" he joked
"Go get 'em ya' self, you lazy bum!" you joked back.
"That's my boy! Don't take shit from anyone who doen't owe you shit! But you actually need to get me some 'cuz I'm dyin' for a friggin' wake up call!" He said and quickly added.
"Got it!" You said and left to get some coffee for your pop.
He walked a block away from his home to visit your stepdad's favorite cafe and ordered one (F/C/N) and one cup of joe for your dad as you walked back to your house.
Once inside your home, you see a scene of your stepparents at the living room, observing an owl on the living room couch.
"The owl's here, honey... it's looking at me." He said
"He's an ugly little sput, ain't he?" She asked
"I think he can hear you, honey." He told
"It's got somethin' in his mouth!" Your little stepsister pointed out as your mother corrected her.
Her name is Martha, she's about 8 years old.
You go to take it out of its beak as it flies out of the house. You opened the letter and a piece of paper was in it read:
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"Aw cool, it's that school my brother went to!" Your stepdad told you
"You mean, my dad?"
"Yeah, he went to the school when he got accepted. Looks like you got into the same school as 'em!"
"What kinda school?"
"I don't know. They're kinda... low profile when it comes to us uhhh... "Miggles"?"
You and the girls just stared at him confusingly
"I was tryin' somethin'! They called us normal people somethin' I just don't remember what... But I know it starts with an M..." Their doorbell rang before he could finish his thought.
