This is my very first story, so plz be nice. Flames r NOT OK. Constructive criticism is so please read an review. This is also not beta'd so no yellin at meh.

Winter Cherries

By: Cheryl and Richard Gardner

Ghostwritten by: June Gilbert


My name is Cheryl Sharona Gardner, and I am fifteen years old. I am a resident of Xavier House, a boarding school for gifted children. I have one younger brother, by the name of Richard Jones Gardner. Oh, yes, one more important thing to fill you in on: I am a cripple, paralyzed from the waist down since that bitter night when I was six years old.

I'm sure the man hadn't really meant to do what he did. But it still doesn't change the fact that I was riding in the front of the car in my car seat with my mother and my four year old brother on the way home from getting the groceries the night he decided to get drunk and then drive home.

My mother took most of the blow from the car, while my tiny legs were crushed by the impact of the eighteen wheeler the large car had slammed us into. We were lucky to escape alive. Luckily, Richard escaped nearly unscathed. Except for severe bruising and the shock of it all, he was okay. Ever since then, I have been wheelchair bound. It effectively crushed my child hood fantasy of becoming a famous dancer.

Father was crushed by our accidents, especially when Mother slipped into a coma from which she never again awoke. He tried to put on a brave face, but I could feel his broken heart. Father was deeply depressed; it was as simple as that. If only I knew how deep his depression had run, I might have saved him…

Our story begins ten years later from this sad time.

This was when, as if in cosmic recompense, we gained the most extraordinarily odd powers, and were sent on the adventure of a lifetime.