I existed so I had to go to juvie. At that, Amber crinkled her nose. It reminded her of Kylie, in a way – how, upon the family’s discovery of her abilities, it was run or be thrown behind bars. It was why Amber had struggled to vehemently to keep things under cover when she started crackling and sparking. “I’m sorry,” she replied, her tone genuine, even while she was under the haziness of her high. “Musta been rough.”
She smirked. “Yeah? Lots of kids running around where you grew up, too? Mostly Supers as well? I think that was what our place was like. Seems like everyone who walked through that trailer, except mom and daddy, could do some kinda weird superpower shit.”
Amber was just finishing the second slice of cake and nudging the plate (still topped with a bunch of too-sweet icing) off to the side when he asked for family names and embarrassing stories. She groaned, tapped the fork against her lips, and shook her head. “You can’t go fishing for embarrassing stories about me,” she laughed, swatting his knee with her free hand, “I’m the baby, I’ve got no real ammo I can fire back with!” That wasn’t really true; Will and Cash didn’t plenty of silly stuff growing up that was worthy of an embarrassing tale told out of retaliation.
“Kylie’s here with me, one of my big sisters,” she finally explained, angling towards him in her seat, momentarily forgetting the rest of her cake, “And my brothers Bill—Will. And Cash. Somehow we all ended up…,” she circled the fork around in the air. “Here.”