Two Voices

“Being adopted should have been the best feeling of my life. But it felt nothing like it.”

Separated from their mothers only seconds after they first met. Mabel and Bridget became best friends over their passion to find their lost parents. They bonded over the discovery of their inhuman abilities and formed a somewhat inseparable relationship. When they discover the origin of their tragic past, they are willing to do anything to get their lives back.


15. A Horrible School



“Do I have to go to school?” I whined.

Scarlett was packing my school bag again. I still couldn’t figure out which papers were for me and which were for Scarlett as they were always jumbled up. Once I took Scarlett’s coursework on a book she had me read to her instead of my painting of the family.

“You need your education Bridget!” Scarlett said, “You don’t want to grow up and not be able to get any kind of job.”

“But if you take care of me, I won’t need a job!”

“I’m not always going to be there for you Bridget,” she said, “You need to be able to find your own way through life,”

That shut me up. I knew that I wasn’t always going to have Scarlett. That one day she would be gone and I would have to fend for myself. I just didn’t think that I had to go to school. I already knew enough to be able to get a decent job! I guess the only reason I didn’t like going to school was because of the people there.

Every day, I would walk into school with a smile on my face and then be tortured by the other girls in my class. They would always call me ‘Goody Goody ‘and ‘Teacher’s Pet’ and prod at my perfect uniform while they get no marks on their practice tests and pull their school skirts higher and higher even though they are only nine and ten. It was a trial for me to even listen in class but I had already set my reputation on my first day. The teachers would shoot me down like a bird in the sky if I tried to be like them. I was stuck as the ‘GG' of the class.

My school wasn’t even good in my eyes. It was always littered with cans and sweet wrappers. The teachers hardly listened half the time and in any test I had to use the facts that Scarlett had taught me to get the most that I could.

Scarlett handed me my school bag and I trudged all the way to school.  Fake Mum had already left for her work and Scarlett had to go to her college so I had to walk myself to school. Daniel, David and Millie had already moved on to secondary school. They went to a school that they said was tons worse than mine! I said I’ll believe that when I see it.

I walked through the school gates and waited for the insults to flood over me. They didn’t come. Everyone was in their own groups talking. They had barely noticed me. That something that practically never happens!

I silently slipped into the playground and sat down at one of the outside tables. I didn’t really have any friends at my school. I wasn’t really the popular kind of person in the school and when it came to picking people out for teams I’m almost always picked last. It was something I was simply used to. Something I had to face with my head held high.

The bell rang after a few minutes and everyone scuttled into their lines. I was the first one in my line but no one smirked or commented about it. Everyone was quiet. Something was definitely wrong.

Our teacher led us out of the playground and up to our classroom. She was oddly silent like everybody else. I didn’t understand why was everyone acting so distant.

We walked into the classroom and hung our coats up. Our coat hangers each had our own symbol. Most people had cats and dogs and dolphins. Mine was fire. It was perfectly convenient for me!

I walked into the classroom and stared. There were two men in space suits standing at the front. They stared at me and whispered to each other.

“Are you Bridget Fox?” one asked.

I hastily nodded. My heart starting to pound in fear.

“You need to come with us,” he said, “We have a big job for you.”

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