Chapter One - Mimic - Part One
Hi! My name is Janelle Pearl Abernathy. I'm fifteen and have super long black hair with a blue streak in it, blue eyes and a peach skin tone. You'll usually see me wearing a pair of white knee-length shorts, black sneakers, a yellow and white t-shirt and I'll have my hair in a high ponytail. I love fireflies, my favorite colors are blue, white, yellow and black, I have two siblings, and four best friends, one of whom is more like a brother. I'm a very trusting and truthful person. I don't lie and will not trust someone again if they betray my friends or family. I also believe that we are ALL children of God, whatever skin tones, ethnicity, cultures or religions we belong to, we are all His.
Enough about me! Onto the story!
It was early in the beginning of the year, the first day of school, and I was sitting on a bench in the park, reading, when I saw the craziest thing I had ever seen in my lifetime. Adrien Agreste, one of my best friends, was outside. Without his father, bodyguard or Nathalie around. "Adrien?!" I called out to him as he was headed for the school. He turned and stopped running once he saw me. "Janelle?" "What are you doing out here?" "I've had enough. I don't want to be shut up at home. I want to DO stuff! Have new experiences, make friends! Adventure! NOT sit at home and live my life endless solitude!" He was frustrated. I smiled. I hadn't seen him this determined about something since his Mom had disappeared. "Come on, I know a shortcut." I said, running off. He followed. Soon, we were almost to the school. "Wow. We got here super fast." "Yep. The school's right there. I'll go with you as far as the Dupain-Cheng bakery, but that's it." "Huh?" I facepalmed. "You see that building right next to the school?" I said, pointing to it. "Yeah?" "That's the Dupain-Cheng bakery! The BEST bakery in ALL of Paris!" I exclaimed. "I'll take you as far as there, but that's it." "Thanks Janelle. Besides Chloe, you're one of my only friends." I smiled. "Remember this, though. Stand tall. Don't hang your head for anyone. Never give up. If you have your mind and heart set on doing something, no one can stop you! Call me if you need me." I advised. He nodded and raced off to the school. I smiled and walked into the Dupain-Cheng bakery. "Good morning, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng!" "Hello, Janelle! What can I get you?" Same thing as usual, please!" "Of course." As I paid for the order, my thoughts drifted to Adrien. 'I hope he does well in school.'
"Janelle? Janelle!" The voice of Elina Jones, one of my best friends snapped me out of the flashback and helped me return to the present. "HUH?! What?! What happened?!" I freaked out, falling out of my rolling desk chair. "Oh! Elina, Hannah! You guys startled me!" Elina was laughing as Hannah was playing with my younger twin siblings, Drew and Sienna. "What were ya thinkin' about?" "Stuff from the past. Why are you girls here?" "Oh, no reason. Just the fact that Elina ended up getting three front-row tickets to Jagged Stone's next concert." Hannah said nonchalantly. "You're kidding!" "Nope. Look!" Elina pulled out three tickets. I gently took them from her hand and read them. Yep. Front row. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and the girls quickly joined in. Seconds later, my mother ran in with a fire extinguisher. "WHAT'S WRONG?!" We all went silent. "Sorry, Mom. I was just excited about something." She sighed. "Okay. I'm glad that nothing's wrong. But, next time, try to keep the screaming to a minimum?" "Yes ma'am." We all said. My mom left and Hannah suggested we go somewhere. "How about we go check on my dad? We could bring him some lunch since he forgot it and left it here." "Okay." "Yeah, that's fine."
We walked out of the house and Luke was standing in front of the limo. "Where to, miss?" "Abernathy Industries." I said as we got into the limo while he held the door open. "Of course, miss." As Luke was driving, my friends just stared at me while I was drinking some herbal peach tea. "Wha- How have we not known you have a limo?!" Hannah questioned. "Uh, you never asked?" "If you have a limo, WHY do you WALK?!" "I don't like to flaunt stuff. I may be friends with Chloe Bourgeois, but I'm not like that." "Oh. I guess that makes sense?" Elina said. When we got to my dad's building, my friends were in awe. "So, what level is your dad on?" I laughed. "Um, he owns the building? He's usually in his office on the top floor." I went to the reception desk in the lobby. "Morning, Jessica!" "Good morning, Janelle!" "Do you know where my dad is? I brought his lunch." "Umm... Let's see..." Lewis, my dad's assistant, walked out of the elevator. "Janelle! Your father is supervising the recording for the Tiny Wizards Costume Company commercial. He's having a bit of trouble , so he'd probably love to see your perspective. Floor 9." "Thanks, Lewis!" Elina, Hannah and I went up and my dad was definitely frustrated. "No, no, no. Take a break, everybody." My father ran his fingers through his blond hair. "Dad!" "Janelle! Oh, I am SO glad to see you. Here, watch this and tell me what you think." We watched it. It was awful. "Well?" I took a deep breath. "There needs to be more diversity. And more females, too." "You think so? I tried to go with professionals, but these actors Lewis recommended are fools." "Well, the person in the silver knight suit's pretty good." They laughed. "Glad you think so, Janelle!" The person took the helmet off and I laughed. "Of course it's you."
It was Adrien. I was not surprised. "Yes! It's me!" He said, laughing. "Yeesh. You're ridiculous!" My phone started ringing. "Who is it?" "Unknown number." I answered it. "Hello?" "Janelle Abernathy? I must speak with you. Are you alone?" "Um, no. And why would I answer a random stranger while I'm alone? Are you crazy?! How'd you even get this number?!" I demanded from the person. "I-" "Don't call me again, or I'm calling the cops." I hung up. "That was weird. I'm going to go home. See you later, Dad. Adrien, think you could give my friends a lift back to their places when you leave?" "No problem, Janelle." "Thanks." I left the room and went down the elevator to the limo and Luke began to drive home when I saw an old man in a pair of khaki shorts, a red and white Hawaiian shirt, wearing a pair of sandals walking with a cane when he suddenly fell. "Stop the car!" Luke slammed on the brakes and we came to an abrupt stop. "Something wrong, miss? Miss?!" I'd already gotten out of the car and did a cartwheel across the crosswalk, dodging a car and helping the man across to the other side of the sidewalk in the process. "Oh, thank you, young lady." "You're welcome, sir." "Here. Take this as a token of my appreciation." He said, handing me a box. "Oh, no. I can't accept this." "Why not?" "I helped you because it was the right thing to do. Not because I expected a reward. Good deeds should be performed solely out of the goodness of people's hearts, not in expectation of a ceremony. That way, we can genuinely light the world." I said. "Try to be more careful next time you're walking across the road." I said, running back over to the limo. I got into the limo and went home.
To be Continued...