Break my chains

Chapter 1

You don't know who I am. To my estimation only.02 know who I am and that doesn't include me. I would like to mess around now in teen ages, go sneak out with friends or get a boyfriend. But I'm not normal. Just a monster in purple eyes. Never went to school but I am incredibly smart. Just try to be normal. But the only normal I get is a cousin as a best friend. But now I have a chance to show who I am instead of hiding in shadows and whispers. And this chance is school, after 12 years of waiting and finally get to be free. Not like going to a clearing and using all I've got trying to feel free. Controlling matter, setting shields, and controlling weather is cool but not as good as you think.

"Wake up Helen.", the voice disturbs the dream and I open my eyes lazily. Its Cammy. Her real name is Cammiliana, but it's too long. A waste of breath. "First day of school. Aren't you excited.", she says dreamly. "Now get up and take a shower. Today's a big day. She walks across my room and slam the door so hard, I jump from my bed. With a sigh, I walk lazily out of bed to my bathroom. The water is refreshing against my face, but my thoughts take over. What will they think of me. As an intruder or a regular new girl. Will I be avoided or attracted to. I just shake the thought. I slip into a
chair. My father keeps his eyes on the news paper. Cammy is already at the table halfway through her breakfast. " Morning sweety.", mom kisses the top of my head and slips a plate in front of me. Mini blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. My father puts down the paper as the others come in. "Morning everyone.", he only greets when everyone is around. There's my uncle and aunt, Adam, Christine, George, Sarah, and my other cousin Bernard. I eat my breakfast slowly, as if I were listening." You kids be careful and only speak when spoken to. Remeber-", Adam cut him off, "We get it dad. You've been talking about it for a week.", he says annoyed. I don't blame him, in fact, he has "super senses" . George is the fastest and the strongest. Sarah can go through time. But Christine can stop time. Bernard can control geography and Cammy can tame and communicate with animals.My mom can project energy and my dad can can tell wether your lying or not which gives him a key to all your secrets. And also my aunt can change people's minds and make them do things the way it is wanted. And me, I'm the special because I have three gifts instead of one. But all of us can fly. Ignoring, my dad continues talking, but all I'm focusing on is school and issues. The only thing that gets my attention is when, "Helen, did you hear what I said?", dad asks. Now everyone is focused on me. "No, I'm sorry just thinking.", I can feel my cheeks getting hot. He looks at me closely. "Be careful.", he says. My father and I have never been in a good relationship. I only try to behave because I want to make my mother happy. She's always been good to me and I don't want to let her down. But I already now what my father thinks of me. It was a night when I went into the woods, mad for him not letting me go anywhere meanwhile being confined for years.I came back late and overheard dad having a conversation with mom. "I just don't know what to do with her," he said, "She's too strong. I don't know why she didn't come out like everyone else. Its just . . . .", he sighs. "Just give her chance, Ceasar. She's special.", I couldn't hear no more. So l quietly left and cried silently in my room.
We were all dismissed from the table and given keys to the cars. I study the new white Toyota carefully. I can recall some things in my private driving test. Cammy opens the front passenger door. "Well, aren't you getting in?",she sees my hesitation. I snap out and get in.
I don't dare look at the school signs, icons or students. Not even the name. I don't know which school this is. Why? Because it will make me more nervous and sick the whole way through. I hand the filled out papers to the office lady who hands me my schedule. I go to my first class with Christine. "Ah, Hello ladies. Take a seat. Welcome to your new homeroom.", the man is tall and young, probably in his 30s, brown hair, deep green eyes. But I don't concentrate on him for long. Once I look around, my cheeks get hot. All pairs of eyes on me. Not one missing a detail of me. "Well, my name is Mr Smith and again welcome", he says leading us to seat. The word lingers there Welcome.