|Not your average child
Author: shortpeopleproblems PM
Lena isn't normal. she has powers, and on her first day of high school, her powers are flared accdientally. will she be able to trust her one new friend? T for some violence.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Words: 719 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-29-13 - id: 8958557
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Not your average child
I am not normal, and I know it. Ever since I was old enough to understand what the grown-ups were talking about, I knew I wasn't the same as everyone else. All of my lower and middle school years of my life, I was homeschooled.
High school was a different story. My mom told me that she thought I was ready to fly. Not literally. She said I needed to "spread my wings and expand my world to outside of my family." The first morning, our ride to school was quiet. I looked out the window as we pulled up, hoping to get an early glimpse of my new school.
As I got out of the car my mom called to me "Have a good day! If you need me, just call!" I took it all in. In front of me was the biggest building I had ever seen. The sign on the front proclaimed that it was John F. Kennedy Public high school. The building looked brand-new, and the sleek, metal outline just screamed "STERILE"! I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs and through the door. Hundreds of kids poured into the school around me, laughing and talking and catching up from the summer.
I didn't know where the heck I was supposed to go. As soon as I walked in, I was disoriented and confused. Nobody gave me a second glance, nobody but one boy. The boy was tall; maybe 5' 9 with warm green eyes, short, laxer bro style ginger hair, and he wore all black except for his DC hat which was black and blue. Black jeans, black DC High-tops, and a black t-shirt. "You lost or somethin'?" he asked. "Yup. And I have no idea where I'm supposed to be." I told him. "Here, lemme see your schedule." I handed him my schedule. He smiled. "Awesome! You're with me in Mr. D's history class. He's cool. Com'on. We're gonna be late."
I followed him to Mr. D's history class. Let me tell you, there were so many hallways and turns, I was so glad that I had a guide; otherwise I would have been more lost than a confused moose in a labyrinth. Ok, so other than the fact that I was homeschooled, I haven't exactly explained how I'm so odd. Well, I'm different in a few ways. For starters, I have wings. White, feathery, powerful wings with a 15 foot span that are hidden under my jacket right this very moment. To continue my weirdness, I have magic. When I become very angry, (which doesn't happen often, thank god) magic green slime comes out of my closed fist. Anything it touches it burns.
On the other side of my magic, a can conquer up a glowing rainbow orb of power that shimmers and turns. And create anything I want. Any human who touches it can have a taste of my magic, and any one wish (within reason) that they want. "So what's your name?" The boy asked me. "Lena." I said. "Cool. I'm Sean." He replied. Yes, Sean even if he was a jock in my opinion, he was gorgeous. He turned around and walked backwards, talking to me at the same time.
"So where are you from?" He asked.
Aww…shoot. I couldn't exactly tell him that I'd lived here in California my whole and just been homeschooled…that would have been weird. So I came up with the next best excuse. "I've lived here my whole life; it's just that I went to private school."
"Oh. Cool." He didn't sound like he thought private school was cool. Great. Now he probably thought I was just some rich snob. I hurried on with my words.
"But I left because I didn't like it there."
He laughed. "I could tell that. You don't seem like a private school type of kid."
Yes! So he didn't think that I was a rich snob! Point for Sean.
"So anyways, I grew up here my whole life and umm…ya. Here we are." He turned left and opened the door to a classroom. 174. I would have to remember that. I could tell that Sean was going to be a good friend, and someone who I could eventually trust with my secrets.