“As you may have noticed, my memory wiping is draining my energy,” said Father. “I can’t be having episodes like this every other week!” Sahara and Ella looked at each other confused but Phila looked away. She then pretended to be confused like the others. Father didn’t know that since she was always changing, the memory wipe wouldn’t work on her.
“I’m afraid I can’t take care of you anymore,” said Father. “I knew you were going to be trouble since I picked Sahara up from the adoption center.”
“Wait, you said we were all from the adoption center,” said Ella, looking worriedly at Father.
“No, Ella, you were the reason I got Sahara. You were placed on my doorstep. And Phila was created through illegal genetic experiments done on chameleons,” said Father. Phila grew an extra 6 eyes just to glare at him.
“Actually, we don’t know where you came from Phila, we just kinda found you in the house playing with the other girls one day,” said Father. The girls looked at each other. They had grown up believing that they were all abandoned at an orphanage for empowered beings because their parents couldn’t take care of them.
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“But back to the point, I can’t take care of you anymore. So I’m sending you to a boarding school,” said Father. “Madame Myalo’s School for Empowered Individuals”
“Isn’t that school for delinquents?” asked Sahara. “We aren’t that bad, are we?”
“And it’s a boarding school. We’ll never see you again!” cried Ella.
“Don’t worry, you won’t miss me,” said Father as he used his memory wipe on them to destroy every single last memory of him in their lives.
“No!” yelled Phila, but it was too late. Father had collapsed dead on the floor as Ella and Sahara slumped over. Phila slumped onto the floor and closed her eyes. She felt herself being picked up by one of the bodyguards. After a few eternities later, which was about five minutes, she was thrust into the back of a hovercraft. Phila opened her eyes. Ella and Sahara were still slumped over.
“Should I tell them about Father?” Phila debated with herself.
“When the time is right,” she finally agreed on.