Family time

Preface

The Sparkers, not everyone noticed the strange things that the Sparker children did in class or out and about in town, if you every were lucky enough to see them outside of school, but they did know not to speak or associate with the family. Normally I would say not to judge people by their reputation, I would say that we should keep an open mind about everyone until we know them ourselves. I guess that's what feed my curiosity, the same curiosity that made me do what I did.
The Sparkers were different, they were strange, they didn't socialize with anyone in our town, they rarely were ever seen, people didn't talk to them and not because they thought they were weird or anything like that. They were afraid of them, afraid of the dead look in the children's eyes, afraid of the odd way of speech that always had, afraid of their pale faces that alway seemed to make a dramatic contrast in against there dark hair, afraid of their mumbling under the breath in what always seemed to be another language.
This concluded the Sparkers, it's how they always were for what I've been told. I'm going to bring you to the day I made a decision that changed my life, i've always been a curious girl from what my mother tells me,or used to tell me. I thought that this town was just being silly, with the old superstitions of evil or demonic forces or witchcraft like any old town that has rumors. Maybe it was my optimism that got me to where i am now. I should have been more careful. Let me tell you about the first time I spoke to Johnson, one of the sparklers many children, like normal no one even dared to look at them for to long in fear something terrible would happen. That was the rumor around the school, kids said if you stared into the lifeless eyes of one of the Sparkers for to long that something terrible or misfortunate would happen to you.
There where rumors everywhere about them, about how they were in a cult, or how they worshipped Satan, or how they were not human at all and were going to kill everyone in this town eventually. I knew from personal experience how cruel kids could be with starting rumors and taunting you relentlessly, so I decided that I was going to be the one to easy the superstitious minds of my peers like some heroic person that only does good for the world. I wanted to be the one to help the Sparkers in not getting bullied or ignored in fear anymore, because they seemed like nice people. Yes they were strange, but I didn't know the things that were to come, or the secret they hid.
I decided to go up to the oldest son, Johnson at lunch break, I'll never forget the look in his eye, which was the same dead and confused expression that I first seen in the window that time, the same look that would come back and haunt me later on, his voice coming out like a whisper, quiet and raspy as if he hasn't used it in ages. This is not the first time we have meet, but this is the first time he spoke to me. Maybe I should've turned back there, maybe I should've pretended it never happened, but I didn't and I only have myself to blame for that. Would that would have saved me from the unforeseen future, or at least made me seem like everyone else to them, boring and not worthy of their attention, but that I will never know because I became the center of there attention. I became the center of their obsession, because I was different. I didn't fear them, although I should have. Maybe I shouldn't have ever talked to them, looked at them, or anything, but I did and that's why I'm here.