Losing LOSA- An Original Group Story.
When Kella Latton discovers the truth about LOSA, the organization that kidnapped her when she was three, she doesn't know who to trust.
Not her teachers.
Not her doctors.
Not the man she thought was her father until she found the files.
All she knows is she's not alone anymore. Others like her do exist and LOSA plans to recruit them.
Not if she can find them first.
Plenty of time, I thought to myself, pulling back the covers and leaping out of bed. I then went to have a shower, as usual, the water was as cold as ice. One of the many reasons I want to escape this hellhole.
After the shower I dry myself, and drag a comb through my forever-messy black hair. Then I pulled on my jeans and some t-shirt. I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs.
As I was going down the stairs, I smelled that familiar smell. Corny O's. My step-dad runs a huge company that makes cereal. All the cereals are pretty gross. But my step-dad still tries to make me eat them every day. Fat chance.
I slowed down as I neared the kitchen door, and called, "not hungry", as I passed. My step-dad shouted something at me, but I just kept on going. What I do to escape that place...
I looked ahead a good bit, the school bus was already gone. Thought so. At least I wouldn't have to be near those neanderthals.
I started walking up to the school. I listened carefully as I got to that stupid bend where a car could come by any second, nope nothing. Well, a lorry. But that wasn't gonna pass for quite a while. So I crossed.
Okay yeah, I know what you're thinking. Yes, I have a sort of super power. But I've never really saved anyone or anything. And I probably never will. I found out about my powers pretty early, but still haven't told anyone. But there are some people who probably know.
It's kind of funny how my step-dad probably knows, but not my real mom. I haven't even told Macy, my best friend, and only friend. She's the only thing that makes me want to keep living here. I would've told her, I guess I'm just afraid of what she'll think.
Anyway, I eventually reached the school. As I walked through the hallway, one of the teachers, Mrs.Green, stopped me.
"Hello, Mr.Parker." She smiled a sickly fake smile at me. "Could you please drop these forms off at Mrs.Wilkinson's office?" But before I could even answer-let alone protest-she had dumped the huge pile of papers into my arms.
"Sure, I guess?" I muttered, but she was already gone. I walked over to Mrs.Wilkinson's office, opening the door and walking in.
"Oh, hello, Joe," Mrs.Wilkinson smiled. And I returned the smile, as I put the forms down on her desk. I noticed there were two girls sitting at Mrs.Wilkinson's desk, one short skinny one, another that looked around my age.
They looked at each other and whispered, "Joe?" I pretended not to hear. Weirdos, I thought to myself.
"Mr. Parker...I just might have a job for you to do..these two girls are new, Katrina and Kella...would you mind showing Kella to the 8th grade hall and Katrina to the Junior's building?"
"Sure thing," I grinned. The two girls looked like they were murmuring to each other, but I pretended not to notice again. Not my problem, I assured myself.
We walked down the hallway for a few minutes, until the 8th grader grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"What? We really need to get to class." I frowned at them.
The younger looking girl, Kella took a deep breath. "Joe...we know about your power...we're here to help."
"Er...I don't know what you're talking about," I replied quickly and mechanically. Okay, that girl knew something. The strange thing about them had just become scary.
"Maybe it's not him, Kella!" The older one, Katrina, I think, hissed at Kella angrily.
"His last name is Parker, Katrina." she replied stubbornly, talking about me as if I wasn't there. "It's got to be him."
"C'mon, then," Katrina said, irritated, "we know it's you."
"I really don't know what you're talking about! Leave me alone. Jesus Christ!" I cried. I had to trust them first. Or they at least had to give me a good reason to make me crack.
"Please?" Kella pleaded, "we're here to help, Joe, there are people out there- they want your powers."
"For what?" I asked curiously.
"Aha!" Katrina exclaimed triumphantly. "You've admitted it!"
"Yeah, I did, but that doesn't mean I believe you."
"Look," said Katrina, "these people aren't nice. It's serious. We've got to take you with us."
"What? So I can leave this place?!" I stared at them.
"Yes," said Kella, "sorry if you'll be leaving your friends behind..."
"No!" I cried. "This changes just about everything! I've wanted to leave this hellhole for God knows how long!"
"So you're in?" asked Katrina.
"Of course," I grinned. The two girls high-fived each other happily. "But um-what-what next?"
"We find Rose. Rose Mellin." Katrina said curtly.
"Wait, what?" I asked. "She's my friend, Macy's sister."
"Great," smiled Kella, "that makes things a whole lot easier."
"Easy?" Katrina raised an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean," Kella grinned, "now let's get to class, we're gonna be SO late!"
So I told Kella what way to go, she dashed off, and Katrina and I went off to class.