Rescue Academy

Chapter 1

 The worst day of my life, and my twin sister's,Kristen, as well, was when our parents died. Ever since then we have been stuck in Mrs. Helgrid's Orphanage for five years. Our parents died in a boat crash when we were eleven. Three years after that Cecilia came here. The little two year old just lost both of her parents to an allergic reaction. We took her under our wings because an orphanage isn't the best place to find food, so when it comes you take it. Or you won't get any. Cecilia ended up getting the bed under mine and that was how Kristen and I became a trio.

"What makes you so special? Everyone knows that Mrs. Helgrid likes me best." Asked Marley, the one girl that no one stands up to. "Huh midget? Goldie locks?"

"Well we all know that, you're the the only one that eats all day long. And we aren't as ignorant as you, so my guess is that she wants some actual company." I never could stomach her.

As we walked down the staircase, I realize that I might not wake up to hear a girl crying into her pillow and that food wouldn't be a problem. I dare let myself hope that if I do get adopted that who ever it is will be nice to Kristen, Cecilia and me, and we don't have to worry about food and stuff like that. Adults have to worry about that, not sixteen years old and a five year old. So when I walked into the overly pink and purple office of Mrs. Helgrid, I didn't think that I would have to try not to cry. But then again if this was anyone else life they wouldn't.

The man standing by the desk had his back to us, his stance was of a military standard and his silhouette looked just like my fathers. The man was tall, at least 6'4. He had a little bit of a middle, but a strong build like he could take anything that the world threw at him. The same black-brown hair that my father and I shared,as well as the same long nose and sky blue eyes. But the one thing that was missing was the thin scar that crossed my father's left cheek. It ran from his long thin nose, under his eye and to the bottom of his ear.

As Kristen walked in I heard her gasp, I grabbed Cece by the hand and picked her up.

"Hello girls!" says the tall man in a deep gruff voice.

"Girls, this is Mr. William Ravenwood." said the most esteemed Ms. Helgrid, with a smile that suggested that Mr. Ravenwood had a way with women. "He claims to be your uncle. From your father's side."

Kristen looked from me then to Mr. Ravenwood and back again. Usually I'm the leader of the three of us. I was the one that decided to take in Cece when she came that rainy night. I took care of us, made sure that no one cheated us out of food, and now I'm expected to take care of us again and determine if this guy that has a scary resemblance of Kristen and mine late father is really our uncle or just some weirdo.

" Don't you remember me Jessabelle, Kristen?" he asked. the look in his eye was so earnest, anxious.

My face was blank, still and emotionless. I got pretty good at that look after spending how long in this place.

"Uncle Willey, At Grandma Sussie's house?" he asked still looking hopeful.

A small memory comes to mind of our Grandma Sussie. She died about five years before our parents did. She lived far away, so we never really say her other than on holidays. Her house always smelled of cookies, never like the old lady perfume that other old people's houses smelled like. Her house was always full of people that were always laughing.

I remember i was sitting on a man's lap. He was younger than my father, brighter eyes. He also had long wavy blond hair, unlike my father's hair that was so dark the night looked pale in comparison.

"So, what do you want, my Jazzy bell?" The man asked in a kind quiet voice.

I would look at him and say in my high squeaky little voice that i had when i was little. "I want ham and gravy. Then i want Kruma Krakas and leftsa for dessert."

"Okay, ham and gravy it is than, but you need a vegetable and fruit too. So what else do you want?" he said, trying to convince me that i needed a veggie.

"Do i need a vegetable too, uncle Willey?" i begged.

"yes you do dear."

"Fine" i sighed unhappy that i had to have something good for me. " can i have some potatoes, and some green... oooh, spinach casserole and...."

"There's pistachio salad and i think i see a cranberry mold of my your great aunt Teresa." he said, helping me so i could know what else was on the large mahogany table.

"Oh, Pistachio salad, please,please,please!?!"

"Okay, Jazzy bell. you can have some."

I look at Uncle Willey, and see that his eyes have lost their sparkle due to the harshness of life. He looked older too.

" Uncle Willey." i asked hesitantly Afraid to know if it was him. And even more afraid to know that it wasn't him, and everyone in our family was dead.

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-A