this is my first fanfic, so bear with me.
thank you to haunt for violets supername.
Helen Parr sat at the kitchen table at the Morgan house hold, twiddling her fingers. Her 17-year-old daughter Violet sat beside her, and her 13-year-old son Dash on the other side. Her husband, Bob, was at a business trip. They had gotten a call two days ago from Mr. Morgan, asking them to come. He explained that a twelve year old foster girl staying at their home, Marissa needed help. Of course, it was their superhero hotline, and right now they where Elastigirl, The Dash, and Haunt.
"Soo," she started to the man and woman sitting across from her, "What is wrong with Marissa?"
"Well, nothing is WRONG, but she shows, well, special qualities." said a thin woman with a bit too sing songy voice.
"Then what are we here for!?!" said Dash, obviously annoyed he had to cancel a video game marathon for this.
“I mean superhero-type qualities.”
“Like what?” Elastigirl asked.
“Well,” Mr. Morgan said, “I checked her history, and it said that ever since she was a small child, strange occurrences had been happening when she was very upset or angry.”
“May I meet the girl?”
“Yes. Marissa!” he called.
A thin girl with strait brown hair chopped a little bit below her shoulders entered the room. Her face was hard, like stone, and rather old looking, as if she had to become very mature at a very young age. She had a dark scowl on her face, like she learned to distrust the people around her. Trying to sound as friendly as she could, Haunt started.
“So, Marissa, how’s life?”
“fine.”
“How do you like it here?”
“okay.”
Elastigirl cut in.
“What are your ‘superhero qualities’?”
“Rocks move when I want them to. Or don’t.”
“Don’t move?”
“No. Don’t want them to.”
“ah.”
“Anyway,” Mrs. Morgan started, “We where wondering if she could live with you, for the time being, so she would get help learning to control her powers.”
“NO!”
The sudden outburst from the child brought a jump from all of them.
“Not without Conner!”
“Who’s Conner?” The Dash asked.
A small boy who looked like Marissa crept in. He looked about eight or nine, and looked at them cautiously, as if he was afraid they’d attack him.”
“This is Conner, her little brother.” Mrs. Morgan explained, “She’s like a mother to him. It’s adorable! *giggle*”
“I’m not going without Conner.”
Helen’s heart gave out to the child. Such perseverance, when speaking her mind. So strong willed, and so determined to her little brother.
“May I talk with you, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, in private?” she said.
“Of course.” They lead her to another room.
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