I like to vision my parents with my attributes, thinking what they would be like. I know they would most likely look like me, with my wild hair and grey eyes. Unless they didn't have grey eyes nor weird hair? I'm not sure, and I might never be sure. My foster parents, whom I call by their names, never really grew on me. I used to think of the way they treated me when I was first given into them, how they would snark at me and call me names. Nowadays they just say that they were teasing me and love me for who I am. Love me? Really? I don't think so, they said they'd eventually call the orphanage and "return me to where I belong" when they called their friends and complained about how much work it is to take care of me. I don't really care, I mean I used to cry about it when I was younger, but after three years I feel like it's probably for the best. I am a lot of work, honestly. Nobody really wanted me when I was still in the orphanage.

 Lyria called me over after P.E. class was dismissed to talk to me about something. I considered not going but I can't just leave her hanging. I may be a little "grumpy pants," as my foster parents call me, but I'm still a good person. I jogged over to her, trying to not waste time, and suddenly I felt cold. I knew something was up but didn't question it. I'm not as curious as I was when I was a little girl, being taught the alphabet and new words by a variety of caretakers. 

"Two," she said.

"Two?"

"Yes, your favorite number."

"My favorite number.."

"There's a reason for that, right?"

"There's a reason.."

My mind was consumed with questions. How does she know my favorite number is two? I mean, it's not like I'm holding up a sign that says "I Love the Number 2". "I know you're confused as to why I'm talking about your favorite number, but there's a reason why it is."

"Yeah, it's always been my favorite number."

"Since you were a child."

"Uhm, yeah? Why?"

"It's a partner number. You're so sweet to the point where you don't want number one to be alone."

"It's corny, I know. I was a naive little girl."

"But you weren't, that's the point."

"Alright Lyria, that's it. I'm tired of your shenanigans and questions and weird "facts" that you've been telling me. Just tell me the truth of why you're so obsessed with me. Please?"

She stayed quiet, as if thinking of what to say. I knew something was going to happen, I just didn't want to believe it. But what I heard was unbelievable.

"I know the truth behind you and your family."

*OMG, I haven't written in like a month or two! I'm SO sorry, I just looked back on my novel today and saw I have 116 views. Wow! This might sound corny, but ty so much omg hhGHgh- I'm so sorry for not posting new episodes, I recently had semester exams and a DBA test if you know what that is ;D. But I promise to write whenever I can. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy this fantasy story.