Kaitlynn Jankensen

((Kay, thought it's not Phoenix Speak it's an idea I have for the new version of Echoma. I guess I haven't decided how I'm officially going to wright this new version, this is just an idea. copyright 2009))
All right, not many strange things had happened in my life before Mr. Haywood Rightly showed up at my foster home when I was eleven years-old. Ever scene then my life became completely hectic.
I'm Kaitlynn Jankensen, at lest, that's what everyone calls me. I don't really know the name that my parents gave me or my actual birthday. A man I hardly know found me on his front porch without a note, letter, or any sing of an explanation of my past. He sent me to a foster home about a weak after he found me and I've only seen him once since.
When Mr. Rightly found me I was lonely and I never let anyone in my little shell of protection. The only way I can really explain it is to out right tell you my past. It really began sort of like this, well, my real life, anyway.
It was an early morning in July and my current foster mother had all ready called up the stairs when she called again,"Miss Jankensen, come down here this instant!" I sighed. Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Hendersen was a wonderful lady, most of the time. I puled on my shirt and straitened my hair as I left my room. I tromped down the stairs and stopped short at seeing a man in a formal suit standing in the doorway.
"Miss Kaitlynn Jackensen this is Mr. Haywood Rightly, he is here to talk to you about an opportunity to go to a privet school up north." She hurried off to leave us in peace without any other expiation. Mr. Rightly looked uncomfortable and was absentmindedly toying with the hat in his hands.
"Miss Jankensen, I apologize for my earliness in the morning, but this mater could not wait for another hour. Your life is in danger and nothing other than going to Midnight Academy could possibly make you any safer. Because your a foster child you will have no tuition to pay and all you need to do is pack up your bags and take the test...."he quickly started talking faster and faster till the point where I didn't understand a word after 'test'.
"Sir, I must insist that you talk at a more comprehensible speed." at this he started to blush. It's sort of unnerving to see a man in his late twenty's or early thirty's blush, I must say. "And dare I ask why any one would want to injure or kill a foster girl of only eleven?"
"That is a very sensible question. I don't know why, but it is so. It may be because of your possibility of being a member of the Council, but no one is for sure yet on that mater."
"Council?" I was starting to think this was a really weird dream and pinched myself to try to wake up. Nothing happened.
"Oh, yes, I forgot that most foster children don't know about the Great Council. Sorry if I'm not making any since, I'm not used to explaining things very well. I was sent unexpectedly by the Phoenix King to retrieve you as quickly as possible, no time to prepare. Anyways, your foster mother has no clue who I really am but that is perfectly fine."
I quickly interrupted him before he started to talk too fast again, "Who's the Phoenix King?"
"His name is Mr. Jay Lucas, and he's the most powerful person alive, he's also the first member of the Council." Mr. Rightly paused in case I had any more questions.
I took a deep breath and asked, "are you a member of this council?" I felt like it wasn't my place to ask, but I couldn't help it.
"I'm the sixteenth Council member and my title is the Master of the Spears. If that is understandable enough, then please, may I continue?" I nodded and he said, "If you have any objections to going to Midnight Academy then speak now, scene this is an order from the Phoenix King himself you are required to go unless you have any reasonable reason for not going."
I laughed silently to my self, 'reasonable reason'! I said in a slightly weaker voice, "I have no objection of going to this school, but I must ask, will, on my arrival, I be given more information on what is going on?" I hated talking so proper, I was terrible at it and loathed the requirement of thinking of what I was going to say before I said it. But it was standard expectation that such intelligent language was to be used in the presence of some one you're less acquainted with.
"Yes, for the most part. But if you are an actual member of the council then you'd find out more at your first council meting than from anyone else. Shall we be off?" he gestured to the door hesitantly.
"But, Sir, I haven't even packed!" I realized that I didn't really know what I was doing accepting a strangers offer to go to some school I hadn't even heard of. "Nor have we informed Mrs. Hendersen." I added quickly.
"Mrs. Hendersen will not even need to be told for at this time tomorrow she will have completely forgotten your existence. And while we have been speaking Your things have been packed."
"Before she forgets me would she not call on the police?"I was only faintly disturbed with some one else packing my stuff for me.
"No such thing will even cross her mind. Magic is a powerful thing and those who can't control it have no power over it." part of me didn't want to trust him, but if my things were all ready packed and I was free to dump this place then I was all for it.
"Kay, I guess I'm ready to go." I hardly realized I was slacking off on my language, but I didn't really care. At my words a lady appeared at the top of the stair case with several bags in her hands. She quietly descended and came up to us.
"Haywood, I got every thing." she whispered quietly.
"Kay, Kaitlynn, you ready? Of course you are, lets go." He was whispering too. It didn't feel all that odd for him to call me by my first name, even though I know it should. I nodded and we started for the door.

Dancey out.