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.


12. School



I hastily packed my bag. It took us ages to find a school for me and now that I have one, I was wracked with nerves.

What would happen if nobody liked me in school? Nobody seemed to want to talk to me in the hospital. They were all in their little groups. And of course they were all old enough to be fully human and be able to talk! The only friend I had then was Bridget but I knew after five years away from her that I should put my eagerness to find he on hold for a while.

I put the last book into my indigo rucksack and swung it onto my back. It was surprisingly light but I knew that when I got back it would be overloaded with homework diaries and reading books.

I stared into the mirror. I saw a freckled face with tufts of frizzy brown hair straggled into pigtails. I saw a child-like figure dressed in a white polo shirt with a black, swishy skirt and a green cotton cardigan perfectly buttoned up across her stomach. I was ready all right. I just wish I felt like I was.

Kimberly shyly opened the door and peered at me.

“You’re so grown up now,” she whispered, “Are you ready for your first day of school?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. I had been waiting to face the outside world by myself for a long time. I was tired of the constant trips to the park watching little kids running around laughing with each other. I was tired of watching people cuddle with their families and couples feeding each other food in the summer heat. I was tired of being the person on the outside watching in. I was tired of being a helpless baby.

Kimberly took my hand and walked me out to the waiting limo. I followed Kimberly into the back of the car and waited for the chauffer to close the door and drive away.

Kimberly was nineteen now. She was taking tons of courses on detective investigation before she wanted to move to a private school a few miles away from home. It felt like yesterday she was dancing around her room waving her hands around like she was holding a gun and now she’s taking shooting classes at a local leisure centre. I guess we were all growing up. I just wish it hadn’t been so soon.

The limo pulled up at my new school. The sign on the mile long gate read ‘Sugar Plum’s Primary School’ in purple writing bordered in orange swirls. The school seemed childish and fun. I really hoped that it would be.

The chauffer opened the back door and me and Kimberly climbed out. My stomach started to overflow with butterflies as I was walked through the school door and taken to the office to sign in as a new pupil.

“Hi Sweetie!” the lady at the office smiled, “What’s your name?”

I hid behind Kimberly. Slightly afraid of her smile. Her face was too bright and big. Her teeth were too pearly bright and sharp looking. She looked like the shark with black hair.

“Her name is Mabel,” Kimberly explained, “Sorry about her being so quiet. She’s quite shy!”

“It’s alright Kim,” she said, “Most of the new pupils in this school are shy at first. But they always get more confident after a few weeks with their class.”

The office lady took out a form and Kimberly started filling out all my details and contacts. I watched carefully as she wrote down almost everything about me.

Full Name: Mabel Alexia Smith

Age: 4

Birthday: 10th July 2000

Parent/Guardian: Anne Smith and Robert Smith

Address: Stonehenge Mansion, Bloom Street, Enfield, London, EN4 8QA.

Emergency Contacts: Diana; 05826323586

Parent’s Email:

Allergies (Optional): None

Medical conditions (Optional): has a condition where her skin   is always wet.

I winced at the last bit she filled out. I had never told her about my powers. I never told her about Bridget and the things we could do that nobody else could. I didn’t know whether she would understand or think I wasn’t being serious like she would say when I would pester to play agents. It hurt that she thought I was physically ill. It hurt not knowing whether I was in the first place.

Kimberly handed the paper over and the office lady showed off her toothy smile again before beckoning over a girl who was standing in the corner of the office. She was tall and elegant with a perfect uniform and an official look on her gently curved faces.

“This is Lucy,” The office lady said to me, “She will show you around school and make you feel more like a pupil in Sugar Plum Primary School. She’s your Sugar Buddy!”

I silently took a step away from Kimberly and stared at her. She smiled back at me. I suddenly felt drawn to Lucy. Not because she seemed like the nicest person in the room besides Kimberly. Because she looked exactly like Bridget.

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