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Book progress pt 2!!!! (LONG POST WARNING :<)

Mon, 04 Aug 2025 05:18:02 +0000

I edited the book so, beware it’s book progress, AND edited chapter I already posted, so I doubt anyone will actually read this tbh, I mean, ik I wouldn’t -.- I personally would just start reading from chapter four since chapters 1-3 I a,ready posted, and only edited SLIGHTLY. Anyways, Ig let’s start-

The TRUE story.

Chapter one:

When it started; Childhood.

“The villain will always remain the villain if you never hear the full story.” My mother would tell me, brushing through my short brown hair. My hair was always really wavy, something I always hated, despite how much she loved it. It had reminded her of my father ever since he had passed. “Charlie promise me you’ll always stay as humble and kind as you are! You’re such a sweet girl!” “Yes, yes! I know mom!” I replied, grabbing my cardigan, and heading to the door. “I’m going to go to Tari’s mom!” I yell out to her, door already open. “Alright! Just be home before dinner. Oh! And honey, say hi to Mr and Mrs Tee for me!” She yelled back at me. “Okay, I will mom! Be back soon!” I would shout before shutting the door and heading to Tari’s house. Tari had been my friend since as long as I could remember.

When I reached their house and knocked on their door, her parents greeted me with,”She’s in the back sweetie.” They told me, opening the door. “Are you staying for dinner? We’re making chicken alfredo!” I pushed past them and towards the back door before answering, “No, I gotta get home before dinner, sorry. Oh and my mom said ‘hi’” I say, before swiftly exiting through the back. “Tari!” I shout, walking into the backyard. “Charlie!” She yells, running to me with her arms open. When we finally reach each other we pull the other into a tight hug. Her long red hair looked like raw rubies, shining in the sun. Her hair was the complete opposite of mine. Long, straight, red hair that went down to the floor at one point, due to how ridiculously quick it grows. “I was just in the treehouse” She said, pointing over to the treehouse we had made together. We used our own money, decorating, building, and painting the treehouse. “What were you doing?” I asked, seeing her, pencil in hand, notebook in the other. “I was writing down some information on Keith Destined! I was watching some interviews on the computer.” She would say excitedly, but of course, I’d have to run my mouth. “Ugh. Keith Destined? You’ve got to stop wasting time watching stuff like that.”

I’ve hated all of those so called heroes my entire life. Everyone knows they were titled heroes on a whim, when half of them didn’t even deserve the title of citizen. “Charlie, please, stop it already! They’ve saved millions of people!” She attempted to convince me so many times. Too many. “Trust me! When I grow up, I’m gonna save people! Just like they did! I’ll be a true hero!” I hated the idea of her being consumed by the media, and thinking she was a hero for simply being a tolerable person, for doing her job, or something else mediocre. She’s mentioned this before though, and of course, I’d shut my mouth as soon as she said it. I didn’t wanna make fun of her dreams, so I’d usually respond. “Well, you’d be the first.” Most commonly getting a glare from her.

“So why are you here anyways?” She asked me. “What!? I have to have a reason to come visit you now!? This is outrageous! An outrage, I say!” She looked me up and down skeptically. “You don’t even know what that means I bet!” I froze. Well shoot, I guess she caught me. “Well…no, but I’ve heard my mom say it before! Pretty sure she explained what it means to me, but I cannot remember it for the life of me!” I shrugged, feeling defeated. She looked at me for a few seconds, trying to stay serious, but ended up giggling. “You’re so goofy sometimes.” She said, playfully hitting me in the arm. “Y’all both are, and Tari, hands to yourself.” Her mom said, walking away from the doorway. “But mom, I was just joking!” She tried to defend herself, and I watched for a second before helping. “Yeah! She meant no real harm!” We locked eyes with each other, our eyes doing the talking. “Promise!” We both said at the same time. Her dad walked out next, “Babe, come on, we got to make dinner.” He said, insisting to leave us be.

“Oh shoot! I’ve gotta go!” I hugged Tari, before grabbing my jacket and running out the door, until I was promptly stopped by her parents. “Do you need a ride home honey?” They asked in unison. “No, I’m good! We’re only a few minutes away anyways!” I said, looking back up at them. “Still, the sun is already starting to go down.” They would always double check with me, they were like a double set of parents. “No, I’m good! Promise!” I insisted. “Alright. If you say so.” They said, walking back to the kitchen. Phew, I thought I’d never get out the door. Sure, I loved them as if we were related, and they loved me as their own, but gosh, were they protective. I got on my way to the house. When I got there, my mom was already making dinner. “What are you making mom?” I asked, as I always looked forward to dinner. “We’re making tomato soup!” She replied enthusiastically. “Tomato soup? For dinner?” I asked, taking off my jacket, and fixing my hair, since the hood always messed up my hair. “Yeah, but I’m getting my paycheck next Tuesday, so maybe we can go grocery shopping then.” She responded.

But we had each other, even after he had passed. I wouldn’t have it any other way if I could change anything. This was what I was used to, and I liked having things the way they were. Mom was sometimes tired from the work, but we always made time for each other. I would even help with yard sales or selling stuff when I could. In the summer I would put up a lemonade stand, every summer, without fail, I would set it up. Sometimes Tari would help out with it, and I’d give her a bit of the money we made from it. I don’t think she knew why I would set it up though, and even if she did, I don’t think she’d ever fully understand why. I still liked her just the same though, and I would never strain our friendship over something like that. If we were struggling with money one month for rent or grocery shopping, Tari’s family would help us out. We struggled with money off and on, and it was like that for a bit, and then, we started school.

Chapter two:

First grade to fourth.

School was a whole different story for us. When Me and Tari were enrolled in SunnyDays Elementary, we were ecstatic. We were counting down the days until the first day of school. We couldn’t wait a single day. It didn’t help that put parents requested we be put into the same class. When the first day of school came we were crushed to find out that there was only five years of elementary. We thought that that would be the last years of school ever. Neither of our parents had the heart to correct us, and decided it would be a fun surprise after fifth grade. However, they ended up cracking and telling us after second grade. In first grade, we met this girl named Nyla. Her hair was a deep black that I had never seen before. Her eyes appeared black too, if you didn’t look close enough. If you did take the time to pay attention however, you’d notice that her eyes were actually a much darker red.

“Hi!” Tari introduced herself to her. “Hi, I’m Nyla, what’s your name?” The girl asked us. Me, being slightly more shy then Tari had ever been up to this point, stayed silent before Tari spoke up for the both of us. “My name’s Tari, and her name is Charlie.” She said, pointing back at me. I was relieved that I didn’t have to be the one to introduce myself, but that relief was quickly taken by a wave of annoyance as Nyla spoke once again. “Charlie..? Isn’t that a boys’ name?” I’ve heard this a million times by now, and I absolutely hated it when people say that. My father had given me my name, as it was his middle name. I guess Tari could see the anger and annoyance on my face, as she very quickly responded, clarifying the controversy. “Actually it’s a boys’ and a girls’ name! Her dad named her after himself!” She smiled proudly, as if she had single handedly saved the world from a group of evil space spiders.

Seeing her smile like that brought me a bit of joy, and I ended up calming down. It of course wasn’t Nyla’s fault about what she said, the question seemed genuine, and she couldn’t help that I had heard that a million times before. I knew this, but it was still annoying though. We ended up befriending her and eventually we were in third grade. Around this time, Nyla started to isolate herself, and she was a lot more quiet and collected. We learned she had a younger sister, in fact, she had a two younger siblings. She was the oldest of all of them. The one we saw the most of was her younger sister Kayli, she was two grades below us, so first grade. She had blue poofy hair, that usually covered her eyes. Not in an emo way, but it just did. Of course, once again, I had the ugliest hair in the world compared to those around me. Kayli was a bit more of an open, energetic, ‘Go, go, go!’ kind of person. By this point, Nyla was not. By the time fifth grade rolled around, things had changed quite a bit.

Chapter three:

The mistake we made.

When fifth grade was in session, there was a bit going on. Those so called heroes that Tari loved so dearly we rolling in quite some controversy. A former ‘hero’ had spoken out against the standards, talking about what the apparent heroes were really like. The man had posted across any and all social media possible, even landing some interviews with local news stations. He had mentioned that a good amount of them were wrongly believed to be heroes, when most of them were doing stuff for their own gain. Tari was aware of everything although her parents had tried to keep it hidden from her. Once when I was visiting Tari, I walked in on her on the computer, watching an interview of the former hero. As soon as I brought them up, she had said something like “Yeah, well..He’s probably just mad he lost the title of a hero! He got that title taken from him for a reason! He had everything, and he fumbled it, that’s on him! Regardless, I’m gonna be the best hero ever! And maybe, you can be a hero too! We can work together!” She hugged me tightly. Of course, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her what my mother had told me, but I didn’t.

When I got home, I sat down at the table where my mom was. She wasn’t making dinner as per usual, and was just staring at the computer at the table. When I took my jacket off, I went over to see what she was watching. I saw her halfway through one of the interviews with him. In all the previous videos and interviews, he had a mask covering his face so no one knew who he was. In this video, he no longer had the mask, and we were all able to identify him immediately. We stared into the screen, and the face of Jackoli Garett stared back at us. He was one of the most famous ‘heroes’ on the planet before eventually disappearing off the face of the earth. Well now we know where he went, now we all knew. He was removed from the industry for speaking out against the hero society. The interview my mom was watching was the most recent interview. He was talking about how people like Keith Destined, whose real name was Keith Lopez, were being celebrated and adored for harsh and cruel ways of what was disturbingly considered ‘helping’. Jackoli talked about how they actually ignore many different parts of city, and end up blaming it on the fact that it’s ‘too dangerous’ to risk going there. The places they ignored, were in fact not dangerous, and were in fact, the places near my neighborhood, which turned out to be mostly black neighborhoods.

When the news wasn’t talking about those interviews, it was talking about the ongoing case about the murder of a lady named Jessiline Noname and James Noname. The case had been going on for a few years now, in fact, maybe 5-7 years it had been going on. They’ve been talking about closing the case soon, due to lack of progression in the case. It took me a while to realize that the victims of the case, Jessiline Noname and James Noname, shared the same last name as Nyla and Kayli. In fact, apparently Kayli was almost exactly the age as how long the case had been on. When the weekend was over and we went back to school, I brought it up to Nyla when Tari was home sick, and she immediately got defensive. She started insulting my name, and my hair, and pushing me, and just overall making fun of me me. I dealt with this until she eventually got put into the system with her siblings, and they stayed in an orphanage in town. Eventually the orphanage got shut down and we haven’t seen her since.

Tari doesn’t know why she started teasing me a bunch, but we started to just avoid her eventually. Even after all the teasing and making fun, I was still extremely worried when Nyla and Kayli stopped showing up to school. They went from perfect attendance despite tardies, to missing some days and coming the next, to just completely disappearing. The case of what happened to them was never started, and they were never declared missing officially. However, no other schools or orphanages or family homes ever claimed to be taking care of them. In fact, they pave never heard of anyone by those names. Both of them had seemed to disappear completely. No one knew if they had died in some freak accident, or got kidnapped, or went on vacation to Hawaii, no one knew anything about their whereabouts at all. For all we know, and all the new kids to know, they had never even existed before on this planet. And it remained that way forever, then middle school started.

Chapter four:

Seventh grade, and the mistake we made.

In middle school, we met this dude named Herb. He was in Tari’s art class. Herb was a kind of ‘Just go with it’, Happy-go-lucky, sort of guy. He had dyed his hair a light green in the back, that slowly fades to darker green in the front. He didn’t really seem to care about the hero controversy, and honestly, it didn’t seem like he really cared about heroes or the villains. Whenever we did talk about them in front of him, he never seemed that interested in anything we were saying. He definitely didn’t seem like my kind of guy. When Tari said she had a crush on him, I laughed in her face. Of course I felt bad about it later, but in the moment, it just seemed like such a dumb thing to say. This was on the fifth day of seventh grade, so having a crush on anyone was kind of disappointing at this age. Especially dating. I was enraged when they actually did start dating. Tari spent all her time with Herb, until eventually the ended up breaking up with each other after Tari found him talking to this other girl in geography. After they broke up, Tari barely did anything except go to school, eat, and sleep. I was, of course, was absolutely delighted by this! That is what I would say if I was absolutely delighted by it, which I wasn’t.

Eventually I got Tari out of the house that following winter. “Come on Tar! It’ll be fun! We used to adventure around all the time when we were little kids! Why don’t we do that again? We’ll have the funnest time ever!” She looks at me, her face full of skepticism. “Is that even a real word?” I pause. ‘And here I thought she was the smart one.’ I thought to myself. “Of course it is! Look it up! Anyways come on,” I grab her arm and pull her of her bed. “You’re going to become a stinky potato just sitting around all day! Let’s go to the creek! Like we always used to!” She pauses, considering her options, which weren’t many as it only took her about two seconds before deciding. She threw on her jacket. “Mom! I’ll be out for a bit! I’m with Charlie!” She shouted across the house. “Okay! Go get some sunlight! Have fun you two! And be back before twelve!” Her mom shouted back. And with that, we were out the front door.

We grabbed our bikes and headed off to the creek. “Did you hear? Apparently they were doing some lab experiments near the creek.” Tari said, riding in front of me and taking the lead. “No! That can’t be true! Who would even do that? And why!?” I responded back. “Apparently the heroes were meeting together to figure out a way to get real superpowers, but let’s be honest, that’s just not realistic. They were also supposedly trying to mix human and animal traits. More so birds and big cats. I don’t know why though.” I stopped my bike, just standing there for a minute before Tari realized I stopped and looked back at me. “Tar, do you really think these are good people? I think we’ve all gotten enough proof that-“ I barely got a word in before getting cut off. “Ah! No. They’re good people, they’re trying to use this so they can help people Charlie! Just give it up already!” I wish I could tell her everything my mother told me growing up, but I didn’t obviously. I’ll let her keep her hope for now. The rest of the bike ride there was mostly silent, except for the occasional theory about why they were bringing animals into this.

When we eventually got to the creek we saw a tiny dove covered in blue goo. “I can’t believe they just left you here, you poor baby.” Tari hugged the bird to her chest. “Tari! Don’t touch it! It’s covered in blue…goop…That’s probably not good!” She never thinks before doing these things. I’m convinced she doesn’t have the brainpower to comprehend right from wrong. Regardless, she was now covered in this blue goop, and trying to take the bird from her hands, I was too. I wasn’t covered in as much as her or this bird were. That was, until Tari got back to her usual mindset. Before I could dodge or even comprehend what she was doing, she threw a huge clump of the goo at me. As quiet as I usually am in public, I was, and always had been, extremely competitive. Without thinking, I picked some more of the floor and shot it at her. Eventually I had distracted her with goo to the face, and had snatched the bird from her grasp. “The bird looks fine, but all this…stuff…is sticking to his feathers and wings, so, I don’t think he can fly.” I say, attempting to lift his wing, inevitably failing in lifting it.

“We should probably head back. It’s 10:57 and we still have to head back, and shower, and hopefully wash this little guy up.” She says, taking the bird from me. “I guess…Anyways my back hurts, so whatever…Hey, wait! Are we seriously taking this bird with us? Where is he gonna sleep? We aren’t bird people! Nor are we angels!” I say with a sigh. “Yeah, well we aren’t devils either! We’re taking him! And what? You’re already getting old miss ‘My back hurts!’” She said, teasing. Before I could argue back, she took off her jacket, put it in her bike basket, and placed the bird in it. “Ugh! I cant with you sometimes Tari. Whatever..let’s get going.” And with that, we were off.

Chapter five:

The following months.

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After two or three days, Tari released the bird, and we didn’t see the bird for a few days. A day or two later, Tari started complaining that her back was hurting too. We both agreed that this was one of the worst pains we’ve felt. It felt as if a literally bone was attempting to protrude through the skin. Looked like it too. She told her parents and I told my mom, but parents being parents believed we were overdramatizing it all. Eventually the pain got unbearable, and me and Tari couldn’t take it any longer.

After months of the pain both of our parents took us to the local hospital. They made both of us take X-rays, and upon seeing said X-ray, they immediately froze and called over more nurses. Our parents were quite startled by this, as were we. Before we knew it, there was a lot more nurses and doctors flooding into the room, huddling and whispering with each other. Our parents all exchanged worried glances with each other as the doctors finally settled down. The doctor cleared her throat and finally spoke, putting on some gloves. “I know this is something not many people would want to hear about their kids, as a parent myself, I’d know, but…I believe it’d be best if were were to run some tests first, before showing y’all the x-ray results, in hopes we can make sense of this all before we show you.” Our parents were reasonably reluctant, but eventually agreed.

They lead us to a different rooms that was filled with signs and posters talking about overdose signs, and to not be scared of needle, standard hospital stuff. I, myself, have never been scared of needles, however Tari is, always have been. She usually faints at the very sight of a needle. Today it was different though, I don’t know if it was the pain kicking in, or the fact I was with her today, but she was perfectly fine when they brought out the needles. They took several blood tests and sent out sample to go through basically anything. With that, they came in about an hour later looking at the results. Once again, they were calling everyone to look at the results, it took about half an hour before we both got taken to another room without our parents. The room we were in had no windows, and two chairs, as well as a few doctors and nurses standing there.

“We’ll have you both sit down, please.” A nurse said, grabbing a nearby clipboard and pen. Me and Tari both sat down, and a few more nurses and doctors came into the room, one of them a tall man with light blonde hair, black glasses, and perfect teeth, this is a hospital, why is he so perfect? He grabbed a clipboard and pen as well, and sat down in front of us. “Okay, y’all are Tari Tee and Charlie Lynn, correct?” We both nodded, before Tari asked what we were both wondering. “Where’s our parents?” She asked, her voice as quiet as the wind outside. “They’re waiting in a separate room, but they’re perfectly fine, and so are y’all.” I looked at the floor. “We’re just going to ask you two a few questions, then we’ll bring you back to your parents. No needles, no medicine, no nothing.” He smiled softly at us, and I forced a small smile back.

“Okay, why don’t we start? I’m gonna ask you some questions, and I want you to answer honestly, okay?” We nod. “Have you two been subject to any experiments of any kind within the last two months?” We shake our head. “Have y’all ever done drugs?” We pause, sure we’ve never done them, but what kind of question is that? “Y’all aren’t in trouble. I just need an answer.” We shake our heads no, and he writes something down. At the same time, the nurses in the back whisper and write stuff down on their clipboard. “Alright, have either of you heard about the experiments the heroes were doing recently?” He says getting up and grabbing papers full of test results, and sitting back down. Meanwhile, we both nod, both of us fully aware of everything going on with the heroes.

“Alrighty then, have y’all been anywhere that they’ve been experimenting near or at?” We don’t answer for bit, would we be in trouble? Were we not supposed to have been at the creek? What would happen if we said yes? Could we be honest about it? The man clears his throat. “Well, have you?” We both look at each other before answering. “No, we haven’t.” We both say. He looks at the papers and back at us skeptically, as if he wasn’t satisfied with our answer. “Well, that was the last question we had. Follow me.” He gets up, and we quickly follow him back to the room where our parents had been waiting.

He pulls another doctor into the hallway to talk, and in a few minutes, she was back in the room. “We have gotten some of our most professional and experienced nurses and doctors on shift, even some that weren’t on shift we had called to get them over here, and none of us can make much sense of it…” She pulled out a copy of the X-rays and stared at them for a minute, flipping through a handful of papers and test results. “Well, the X-rays are…unbelievable…to say the least. Both of your daughters have somehow caused a genetic mutation that no one has ever seen.” She hands over the X-rays to both of our parents. “If you look at the X-rays it appears as it wings are miraculously forming from their skeleton. Some sort of chemical has caused mutation in their spine and backs, and it now appears as if their bodies just started making more bones. When we tested their blood and DNA we found a mix of bird and unidentified DNA, as well as some chemicals that are typically found from experimentation.” She looks at us, and then at our parents.

“We currently cannot accurately predict how this came to be, as your children both claim they don’t know how it happened, and the entirety of the medical field has never seen anything like this. We do not know the story behind this, and we cannot do a surgical procedure that would stop the growth of this mutation, but we believe it’d be best if you check in every month.” Our parents were both reasonably dumbfounded, as were we. “So they’re just supposed to live with this!? Sprout out with wings like their birds!?” My mother yelled, getting out of her chair. “Ma’am please calm down, and sit back in your seat, and we’ll explain why we can’t give them any procedures.” She glares at the nurse and sits back down, “well?” The nurse sighs, “Ma’am the reason we cannot do any surgeries to help is because since we’ve never seen anything like this, we cannot predict where the nerves are, and due to this, we have no idea how long the procedure would be, so we wouldn’t know how long they’d need the anesthesia, risking the chance of them waking up in the middle of the process, or…not waking up at all.” My mother’s face fell once more, before she grabbed my wrist and pulled me up, “Whatever. We’re out of here.” And with that we were gone.

Chapter six:

The aftermath of stupidity

With that visit now on our medical history, and the entire medical industry freaking out, this ended up on the news, the newspapers, it was everywhere. What was even more ironic then everything that had ugh, was that the heroes got what they wanted. They found a way to genetically mutate human DNA with nonhuman DNA, resulting in some part of the population now having some sort of animal genes and traits, with me and Tari being the first ever case, ironically being accidental. Meanwhile after about six months, both of us now had full developed wings on our backs. This definitely did not get us bullied a bit in eighth grade. That is what I would say if we didn’t get bullied a bit for it in eighth grade. But I won’t say that, because we did.

When we got back to school, now in eighth grade, of course we got bullied about it by a few people. We were twelve to thirteen year olds, with big, white, feathered, wings. Eventually a sit became more and more common for people to

Chapter one, two, three, and beginning of four!!! LONG post warning

Sun, 20 Jul 2025 05:27:56 +0000

*LONG POST WARNING*

Chapter one:

When it started; Childhood.

“The villain will always remain the villain if you never hear the full story.” My mother would tell me, brushing through my short brown hair. My hair was always really wavy, something I always hated, despite how much she loved it. It had reminded her of my father ever since he had passed. “Charlie promise me you’ll always stay as humble and kind as you are! You’re such a sweet girl!” “Yes, yes! I know mom!” I replied, grabbing my cardigan, and heading to the door. “I’m going to go to Tari’s mom!” I yell out to her, door already open. “Alright! Just be home before dinner. Oh! And honey, say hi to Mr and Mrs Lynn for me!” She yelled back at me. “Okay, I will mom! Be back soon!” I would shout before shutting the door and heading to Tari’s house. Tari had been my friend since as long as I could remember.

I’ve hated all of the so called heroes my entire life. Everyone knows they were titled heroes on a whim, when half of them didn’t deserve the title of citizen. “Charlie, please, stop it already! They’ve saved millions of people!” She attempted to convince me so many times. Too many. “Trust me! When I grow up, I’m gonna save people! Just like they did! I’ll be a true hero!” I hated the idea of her being consumed by the media, and thinking she was a hero for simply being a tolerable person, for doing her job, or something else mediocre. She’s mentioned this before though, and of course, I’d shut my mouth as soon as she said it. I didn’t wanna make fun of her dreams, so I’d usually respond. “Well, you’d be the first.” Most commonly getting a glare from her.

“So why are you here anyways?” She asked me. “What!? I have to have a reason to come visit you now!? This is outrageous!” She looked me up and down skeptically. “You don’t even know what that means I bet!” I froze. Well shoot, I guess she caught me. “Well…no, but I’ve heard my mom say it before! Pretty sure she explained what it means to me, but I cannot remember it for the life of me!” I shrugged, feeling defeated. She looked at me for a few seconds, trying to stay serious, but ended up giggling. “You’re so goofy sometimes.” She said, playfully hitting me in the arm. “Y’all both are, and Tari, hands to yourself.” Her mom said, walking away from the doorway. “But mom, I was just joking!” She tried to defend herself, and I watched for a second before helping. “Yeah! She meant no real harm!” We locked eyes with each other, our eyes doing the talking. “Promise!” We both said at the same time. Her dad walked out next, “Babe, come on, we got to make dinner.” He said, insisting to leave us be.

“Oh shoot! I’ve gotta go!” I hugged Tari, before grabbing my jacket and running out the door, until I was promptly stopped by her parents. “Do you need a ride home honey?” They asked in unison. “No, I’m good! We’re only a few minutes away anyways!” I said, looking back up at them. “Still, the sun is already starting to go down.” They would always double check with me, they were like a double set of parents. “No, I’m good! Promise!” I insisted. “Alright. If you say so.” They said, walking back to the kitchen. Phew, I thought I’d never get out the door. Sure, I loved them as if we were related, and they loved me as their own, but gosh were they protective. I got on my way to the house. When I got there, my mom was already making dinner. “What are you making mom?” I asked, as I always looked forward to dinner. “We’re making tomato soup!” She replied enthusiastically. “Tomato soup? For dinner?” I asked, taking off my jacket, and fixing my hair, since the hood always messed up my hair. “Yeah, but I’m getting my paycheck next Tuesday so maybe we can go grocery shopping then.” She responded.

Yeah, we struggled with money from time to time, but there wasn’t much we could do about it. Mom had already picked up another job and was working overtime at both jobs, she always tried her best to help us make it, and we were making it. Sure, we didn’t have the newest furniture, or toys, or even electronics, but we were still making it. This became the new normal after dad passed away, since, his job was usually making more money than mom’s job. But we had each other, even after he had passed. I wouldn’t have it any other way if I could change anything. This was what I was used to, and I liked having things the way they were. Mom was sometimes tired from the work, but we always made time for each other. I would even help with yard sales or selling stuff when I could. In the summer I would put up a lemonade stand, every summer, without fail, I would set it up. Sometimes Tari would help out with it, and I’d give her a bit of the money we made from it. I don’t think she knew why I would set it up though, and even if she did, I don’t think she’d ever fully understand why. I still liked her just the same though, and I would never strain our friendship over something like that. If we were struggling with money one month for rent or grocery shopping, Tari’s family would help us out. We struggled with money off and on, and it was like that for a bit, and then, we started school.

Chapter two:

First grade to fourth.

School was a whole different story for us. When Me and Tari were enrolled in SunnyDays Elementary we were ecstatic. We were counting down the days until the first day of school. We couldn’t wait a single day. It didn’t help that put parents requested we be put into the same class. When the first day of school came we were crushed to find out that there was only five years of elementary. We thought that that would be the last years of school ever. Neither of our parents had the heart to correct us, and decided it would be a fun surprise after fifth grade. However, they ended up cracking and telling us after second grade. In first grade we met this girl named Nyla. Her hair was a deep black that I had never seen before. Her eyes appeared black too if you didn’t look close enough. If you did take the time to pay attention however, you’d notice that her eyes were actually a much darker red.

“Hi!” Tari introduced herself to her. “Hi, I’m Nyla, what’s your name?” The girl asked us. Me, being slightly more shy then Tari had ever been up to this point, stayed silent before Tari spoke up for the both of us. “My name’s Tari, and her name is Charlie.” She said, pointing back at me. I was relieved that I didn’t have to be the one to introduce myself, but that relief was quickly taken by a wave of annoyance as Nyla spoke once again. “Charlie..? Isn’t that a boy name?” I’ve heard this a million times by now, and I absolutely hated it when people say that. My father had given me my name, as it was his middle name. I guess Tari could see the anger and annoyance on my face, as she very quickly responded, clarifying the controversy. “Actually it’s a boy and a girl name! Her dad named her after himself!” She smiled proudly, as if she had single handedly saved the world from a group of evil space spiders.

Seeing her smile like that brought me a bit of joy, and I ended up calming down. It of course wasn’t Nyla’s fault about what she said, the question seemed genuine, and she couldn’t help that I had heard that a million times before. I knew this, it was still annoying though. We ended up befriending her and eventually we were in third grade. Around this time, Nyla started to isolate herself, and she was a lot more quiet and collected. We learned she had a younger sister, in fact, she had a few younger siblings. She was the oldest of all of them. The one we saw the most of was her younger sister Kayli, she was two grades below us, so first grade. She had blue poofy hair, that usually covered her eyes. Not in an emo way, but it just did. Of course, once again, I had the ugliest hair in the world compared to those around me. Kayli was a bit more of an open, energetic, ‘Go, go, go!’ kind of person. By this point, Nyla was not. By the time fifth grade rolled around, things had changed quite a bit.

Chapter three:

Fifth grade.

When I got home, I sat down at the table where my mom was. She wasn’t making dinner as per usual, and was just staring at the computer at the table. When I took my jacket off, I went over to see what she was watching. I saw her halfway through one of the interviews with him. In all the previous videos and interviews, he had a mask covering his face so no one knew who he was. In this video, he no longer had the mask, and we were all able to identify him immediately. We stared into the screen, and the face of Jackoli Garett stared back at us. He was one of the most famous ‘heroes’ on the planet before eventually disappearing off the face of the earth. Well now we know where he went. He was removed from the industry for speaking out. The interview my mom was watching was the most recent interview. He was talking about how people like Keith Destined, whose real name was Keith Lopez, were being celebrated and adored for harsh and cruel ways of helping. Jackoli talked about how they actually ignore many different parts of city, and end up blaming it on the fact that it’s ‘too dangerous’ to risk going there.

When the news wasn’t talking about those interviews, it was talking about the ongoing case about the murder of a lady named Jessiline Noname and James Noname. The case had been going on for a few years now, in fact, maybe 5-7 years it had been going on. They’ve been talking about closing the case soon. It took me a while to realize that the victims of the case, Jessiline Noname and James Noname, shared the same last name as Nyla and Kayli. In fact, apparently Kayli was almost exactly the age as how long the case had been on. When the weekend was over and we went back to school, I brought it up to Nyla when Tari was home sick, and she immediately got defensive. She started insulting my name, and my hair, and pushing me, and just overall making fun of me and bullying me. I dealt with this until she eventually got put into the system with her siblings, and they stayed in an orphanage in town. Eventually the orphanage got shut down and we haven’t seen her since.

Tari doesn’t know why she started teasing me a bunch, but we started to just avoid her eventually. Even after all the teasing and making fun, I was still extremely worried when Nyla and Kayli stopped showing up. They went from perfect attendance despite tardies, to missing some days and coming the next, to just completely disappearing. The case of what happened to them was never started, and they were never declared missing officially. However, no other schools or orphanages or family homes ever claimed to be taking care of them. In fact, they seemed to disappear completely. No one knew if they had died in some freak accident, or got kidnapped, or went on vacation to Hawaii, no one knew anything about their whereabouts at all. For all we know, and all the new kids to know, they had never even existed before on this planet. And then middle school started.

Chapter four:

Middle school

In middle school is when we met this dude named Herb. He was in Tari’s chemistry class. Herb was a kind of ‘Just go with it’ sort of guy

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Authors note so far: Feel free to ask any questions about anything, I’ll answer questions about the story, the charecters, etc (If u wanna see art just look up ‘any1 wanna make fanart of these gayz’ and you should find the actual charecters themselves). And I’m in need for some more ideas. Any ideas on anything else that the former ‘hero’ reveals?

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