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.