Teenage Dream: And A Little Something Else Too

~Chapter 1~

           Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu, everyone sang to my "current" mom. We were all gathered around the table outside. My mom clapped her hands, "Well wasn't that splendid!" She looked at everyone, "what are we waiting for?! Let's get this cake cut!" She of course looks at me, "can you dear?" And even before I can answer her back by saying screw you she puts the cake in my hands, and she smiles at me, "Thank you honey" I just roll my eyes and walk away. Now you would think a girl like me would love where I have ended up, well that's not the case; this isn't a fairy tail with princes and princesses and a fairy godmother. The only thing I have in common with Cinderella is that I am the friggin maid around here, like seriously the real maid gets treated better than me. Oh yeah, and I have two other sisters but they aren't the ones that are mean to me, they are the ones that love me, get me, and are actually good sisters that don't make me clean up their crap... ok maybe that was a lie but it only happened like once or twice, we all do it to each other though so it doesn't really count. As I said before there are three of us, Happy, Piper, and me Sage. Yes I know these are not regular names like Sam or Ham, no im kidding, who in their right minds would name their kid Ham, but you know what I mean. Back to the point... You would think any kid would be happy to be living in a sickly beautiful house, getting pampered all the time so on and so forth. But that is not me, actually it's not any of us. See Happy, Piper and I are... hmmm let's say "different" from the normal kids around the block. We all have our special talents, or sometimes we call them gifts from the parents we never knew, but first I think I should start from the beginning... when the sperm colided with the egg. I'm kidding I would not go there, that is just gross.

         I'll start out with Piper first. Piper was born on January 2nd, 2020. She would be just like the normal, regular kid if she didn't have this one amazing talent, she can read like nobody's business, and when I say that I really mean it. A four-hundred page book is only twenty pages or so to her, crazy right! Which pretty much meant she was guaranteed amazing grades, because I don't know if I mentioned this or not but once she reads something it stays with her, she has a photogenic memory or something. As you can tell I do not. She is crazy smart and maybe just maybe if I had her brain I would like school just a little bit, but I don't so I hate school and I think I always will. Now on to Happy. I think the first and most important thing you should know is that Happy is not always happy. But the thing that does make Happy happy is doing some kind if mechanic thing, like stuff you do on cars and on and on and on. She can hack into almost everything into the world, I think once she hacked into the Pentagon or something. If it counts for anything I told her not to, but she didn't listen which is not a shocker at all. We are all stubborn and have a great sense of humor, if you can't tell mine already then stop reading this book.... Like seriously who do you think you are to tell me I'm not funny, yeah that's what I thought. Now go cry to your mommy or something not to me, maybe to Piper but definitely not me since I don't even know you... OK, OK I'll get back to what I was saying Happy was born on January 2nd 2020. And if you were wondering why we don't live in the same house well, that is a long story, unless you want to hear it.. Since I can't actually hear you I'm just going to tell you anyways. Sooo, it all started when we were in our last house together which was one month ago. We all decided to be super girly, (which we rarely ever do, that was a one time thing) and decided to straighten our hair. After we did that we looked even more alike which I didn't think was possible since we all have long, blonde, wavey hair, the same eyes, same body structure, and facial expressions. If you are wondering the only thing slightly different about us is our voices. To us we sound completely different, but to my "mom" she called Happy Sage like ten times already, which kind of pissed me off since I have been here at least a month. But what more can you expect from a woman who took a fifteen year old girl in just to raise her social status. Anyways, once we were done straightening our hair Happy thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Sally at the time (she was our "mother" then). We all agreed, it would be so funny and didn't think more about it. We probably should have thought because Sally didn't think it was as funny as we thought it would be. Happy did her magic under Sally's chair and after three minutes it was all hooked up. See I'm smart but I still can't explain to you what exactly she did. All I know is that it involved heat and a tooshie to sit on the chair. To cut the story short Sally got mad and called CPS on us even though we were her "children". She got rid of us as fast as she could, she was a fairly nice lady too. But that was the last straw with CPS which meant a split up, which also meant different families. That didn't worry us that much though because we had Happy who broke into the Pentagon or something big. Anyways Happy hooked us up with a family that was looking for three older teen girls, the only glitch to that was that it was different family members which meant no same house. Happy did her best, and we basically see each other every day which is a plus. See the benefit of having a rich adopter is that since you are there charity case (which I hate but it works out) if you ask them for something in front of a big group they have to say yes to you, so now the three of us have iPhones and skype. A couple days after we got our phones I noticed a special setting that was encrypted into our phones, this was a tracking device and a monitor for everything that we do and when I asked if we were going to see Happy and Piper that day she said no, and sadly it was just me, her, the maid, and the dog which I think secretly wants to rip me to shreds, that were in the house so I didn't get the poor charity girl answer that I wanted. So later that night I snuck out my window and went to their house. As quickly as I could I told them about the software, took their phones and deleted it and replaced it with a different one that looked exactly the same but didn't do anything that she intended to, which made me happy. When I got back to the house there were cop cars all over the place, in the front and the back. Their lights lit up the whole entire neighborhood. I snuck back in the way I got out, through my window. As I got one leg in and swung my head around I was looking at a dozen police officers and my "mom" sitting on the bed crying (which was clearly an act to save her butt and get more money to help hmmm let me guess, the disturbed child that she was taking care of. She is so full of crap it is scary.) The police officer looked at me then back at my "mom" and closed his book, "Well I guess our investigation is done here, have a good day ma'am." She got up to shake his hands but he was already out of the room. She turned to me and brushed off her skirt she was wearing, 'Well thank you very much for making me look like an idiot" I just wink at her, she was going to say something else to me but I was already out my door trying to find that policeman. Almost all the cop cars were gone by now except for one that the person I was looking for was getting in, "Hey!" He turned his head towards the direction the sound I made came from. He saw me, "Try to stay out of trouble" and with that he got back in his car and drove away. I was left there, stunned, ashamed, overflowed with feelings I have never felt before, feelings I never thought I had, or could have. I felt like it was a glitch inside of me, one that I tried so hard to get rid off but never really had, every time I think back to it I feel it all over again, I feel misplaced, but what are you going to do right. The next day "mom" did exactly as I thought, she told all her friends that I had a nervous breakdown and need mental help. When I heard this I could just laugh, plaeseee I need help, I think it's the opposite way honey. Well she got everything that she wanted, more money to get more boobs and a bigger butt, like really, do you really want to be like Kim Kardashian or whoever. That's the end of my story. I hope it held your interest long enough. And what I said before you know I was kidding right? Well I hope so, because I'm really not that mean. Now I get to talk about me even more, yay, not really. You probably think im this super outgoing girl who loves to hang out and talk about drama and stuff but im really not. My named is Sage and I am fifteen along with my other two sisters. I was born on January 2nd 2020, and if you haven't noticed yet we all have the same birthday. Woah, brain explosion or what, I just blew your world... never mind that didn't really work, scratch that. I love cars, like I'm deeply in love, I know the workings of one and can drive them. I made my own drivers license so whenever I get or "borrow" a car I'll always look like I'm legal, smart of me right. I can fight, read but not as good as Piper, can do computer programming and some simple hacking, and have an IQ of 125. I'm like the leader in the group, I have a little bit of everyone's talents plus my own. Oh yea, all of us can fight, we found that out on our own separate times on the golf course, each at different times. You are probably wondering a golf course, that's weird. In all honesty we didn't plan it ,it just happened there is no playground at the schools we went to so we fought at the golf courses. If I were you reading this right now I would think well clearly Sage would be the best fighter and Piper would be the worst, but that is not the case. Piper is the best out of the three of us, me and Happy are about the same skill wise. The only thing about fighting that I'm better than Piper is at is the holding off, she can only fight three to five people for two hours but kick there butts (real ones might I add), but I can hold off three to five for as long as they got and kick their butts, so in a way I could be better than Piper but that really does not matter. What matters is that if we ever need to defend ourselves we can, and that lifts a little weight off my shoulders.

        "Sage!" I hear my name get called out from outside, "Shut" I look at the cake and it doesn't even have a single cut in it yet, how long was I day dreaming again, this happens a lot when I'm tired and really could care less about what is going on around me. I finish cutting the cake and go to set the knife down and somehow manage to cut my wrist, great. I grab a paper towel really quick as I hear my name get called again. I take the cake outside and put it in front of my "mom". She looks at the cake, I can hear the judgment start to come out of her mouth, but just before she manages to say anything I lift my hands up to cover my sneeze, after my sneeze I start to walk away not expecting a thank you or anything but the devil calls my name again. Seriously I'm like a friggin dog to her its annoying. When I get back over to the table I see she is looking down at the table cloth, "What did something get spilled on it." I say snarkley, once I see what she is looking at I put my hand over my cut on my wrist, is it really bleeding? I look at it and wow it was, my whole hand was now covered in blood, my "mom" looked at me, then to my hands. Her eyes went wide, "Sage! You cut yourself!" She said it loud enough for everyone to hear her, and trust me a lot of people were there, a lot of sponsors and skums that would give her more money towards here "cause". I should have known, eug I should know better by now. Everyone is surrounding the table now, whispering to each other when "mom" starts to cry, clearly she saw them too, "It's just..." Her words came out muffled, I wonder how many years of acting she had to take to be able to do at least a decent job to fool everyone, well everyone except me. She sniffled, "I just want her... I just want her to be a normal girl and not deal with all of these issues." Then she started crying  more. People were pulling out twenty dollar bills for her to blow her freaking nose in, these people were that type of sick rich, Jesus I can't take this anymore. I push my way out through the crowd. I end up on my front porch where my sisters met me, they knew I was upset so we didn't talk. When they saw that I was bleeding Piper mumbled something under her breath and went inside. In just two quick minutes she retrieved a paper towel and a band aid for my cut. We can just look at each other to tell what we are thinking, its weird, we are weird, and at that time we were all thinking the same thing, we want to meet our real parents no matter the cost. Once she fixed me all up we just sat with each other in silence watching cars buzz by the house.