The Phantom’s Trial Chapter 2

photo of New York City streetMARIE

I walked into New York’s busiest Starbucks hoping no one would notice me. “Marie?” I heard a boy ask.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said as I pulled off my hood to show dyed black hair tumbling down my back. My dad always said that with my long, blonde hair and blue-green eyes, I looked just like his mother when she was my age. When I was 12, I decided I needed a change, so I dyed my hair black.

Zach waved his hand in front of my face and said, “Mar? You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking about my dad,” I said sadly.

“Oh. Well, I have a proposal.”

“Okay, tell me,” I inquired.

“Well, you know how people are always following you, and you’re always complaining about how you need a partner in crime?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I think we should become partners, and before you say anything, let me explain why. We work well together, and we’ve known each other since we were born. When you ran away, I spent every moment I could looking for you, and once I found you, I left home.” He said. Zach then said something I couldn’t hear.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“Hmm. It seems like you have good reasons, and I don’t have any arguments, so I guess.” I said.

“Good. ‘Cause I was coming either way,” he said, giving me one of his swoon-worthy grins.  

Zach had always been a good-looking boy. He had dark hair, pretty blue eyes, and of course a perfect six-pack. Right now, the look on his face was sad and depressed, probably something to do with how I made him buy me a coffee.

We had decided it was time to switch cities. I changed cities every few months because of the attacks. I’d never left the state because of Emma and Alex. A few years ago, I tried leaving the state but the attacks only got worse, and I missed Zach and the twins too much. I told Zach I wanted to visit my siblings before we left, so we started our long walk to Brooklyn.   

My siblings were extra annoying, but they’re my siblings. How do I describe them? They both have dirty blonde hair, bright green eyes, and they are both loud and obnoxious. They also love playing pranks. We arrived at their adoptive family’s home and watched as Emma and Alex were putting wires and buckets all over the yard.

“Emma, Alex! Who’s the prank for this time?” I yelled.

“Hey, Marie. It’s for Ace. He wouldn’t drive us to the mall, so he deserves it,” Emma yelled back.

“Ace doesn’t like me,” I replied.

“You’re right. Ace loves you,” Alex drawled.

“That’s it. I’m gonna kill you,” I shrieked as I started to chase after my brother. I chased him until he surrendered. Ace was my sibling’s foster brother. I knew he had a crush on me, and I may have liked him back.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Zach exclaimed.

“Oh, hey, Zach,” Emma said.  They went back to their work. A few minutes later they were done, and Ace was pulling up the driveway. Ace got out of the car and cautiously looked around, probably looking for trip wires and buckets of water.  

Ace had messy black hair and soft brown eyes. He was well built and a nice person. He was fantastic, and girls love him.

“Hey, Ace,” I greeted.

“Hey, Marie,” he said, blushing. Of course, he’s blushing. Just giving my siblings more of a reason to tease me.

“We should get going. It would be awful if we stayed here too long,” I said.

“Aw, Marie, can’t you stay longer?” Alex whined.

“Sorry guys, I’m heading to Brooklyn, and I don’t want to stay anywhere too long. Remember, if you see anything weird you know how to find me. I’ll be back in a few weeks if I’m not dead,” I said, hugging my little brother and sister.

“Okay, Marie. We’ll be careful. We’re not babies anymore,” Emma complained. With that, I left my siblings in the care of people I didn’t know very well but knew well enough to trust them with the last family I had.


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