twisted*-story cont.

....At the remaining side sat Mrs. Cecille Lynn Flethcher-Strasser. The woman who loved us so much. She was warm hearted,loved dad despite the fact of his hurtful coldness towards people. She was the one who knew everything that went around her family. Everybody trust-ed her. Well, maybe not until now,if they were still a family now.

The twin sisters, Cynthia and Cepherie sat their fathers feet. The two sisters who would have been celebrating their sixteenth by now, if not for the accident. They were eight years old when it was taken. They both had brown hair, except Cepherie has hers short. They had gray eyes too,one that Jocelyn envied which she thought was far more beautiful than her brown.But that was where their similarities ended. Cynthtia was an expert archer and Cepherie was a pianist. While Cynthia preferred the outdoors, Cepherie stayed inside all day long. She was raunchy while the other one was prim. They had carried no interest at their father's nor their grandfather's work. For Cynthia, life was in speed, adrenaline and getting dirty,simply one that was competitive. Cepherie led a life far more quiet than anybody in her family.Reserved and the perfect elite daughter. Jocelyn smiled at the latest memory she had with them. They fought about themselves, not wanting to share to anybody except their mother. But what they did share was almost a bittersweet romance. One that could be written for a rather light hearted story. But this quarrels would end, and they would be loving once more.

The other side sat a brown eyed, slightly lighter brown head boy. The eldest of the Strasser kids, Alvin Seth. He was a tall strong willed and talented nineteen year old. He was strong, not only in physical dexterity but also in his attitude. Seth was a mix of his dad's formality and smarts and his grandad's special design and social skills. He did not lack physical prowess too, in fact he had plenty. He was the perfect heir to his family's gadget empire. One military friend of their grandad even said that he would have been perfect as a military intelligence officer as well as a part time agent for the WIO (World Security & Intelligence Organization).


Jocelyn sat in the middle. She smiled at her little girl image. Long brown braid & brown eyes. She was a splitting girl image of her father and grandfather. Except maybe for the dimples. Jocelyn was the middle child. She was the most considerate and rather more down-to-earth compared to her siblings. She enjoyed life at the moment and cherished her family very much. She had no special talent. Nothing to really show off. She didnt have the artistry of the twins nor the brains and brawn of her older brother. But she always knew the rihgt thing to do, when to do it and to whom. If it did really count.

Jocelyn heaved herself up. It was time to face a new tomorrow. Her family was never coming back. It was all up to her now. Thinking only of responsibilty made her worried. But she knew all her plans will have to wait. Right now, she has to get an early start tomorrow for real school.


TO BE CONTINUED YET AGAIN