~Claire~
The warm sun is shining on my face, the grass is poking in my skin.
Huh.. what a feeling.
I wish I could stop the time and lay here forever.The great feeling just flew away as I remember college.
Urgh.. I had to study so much the last few weeks. It really sucks. Why can't I just be a genius or have a photographic memory.
I could spend my time with so much better things like helping my grandma.
I don't know my real parents. Grandma told me they died when I was really young.
My grandma is my one and only. She is always there for me, she looks after me and listens to me when I have one of my umm... seizure attack or whatever this is.
It's hard to explain but sometimes I get a very weird feeling. Everything becomes blurred and dark. But it's not like I am passing out. I feel like an enormous amount of energy which gets released.
I have always been a weirdo, that's why I don't have lots of friends.
Granny said that it would be better if I go to a school for people like me. Well, I don't understand what she means but I am in this school for like two months and it seems like a normal school.
It's just like any other school.
Nerds, bi*ches, stupid boys who think they are the hottest. You don't have to be Einstein to know that this place is purest chaos.I tiredly stood up and went to the old but comfy house where I lived with my granny. I opened the door, turned around and looked at the sun for the last time.
As I entered the kitchen the smell of an apple pie came through my nose.
„Granny, you're making the best cakes ever" I complimented her.
That smile she gave me means everything to me."You're late hunny. Were you starring at the sky again?" she asked me.
She knows me too well.
I nod and grinned at her.We ate the cake she made and after that I went up and took a long shower.
When I was ready I looked at the time and realized it's pretty late.
Only a few hours until I have to get up... and then... college.
I don't want to go there and see these strange people.
I literally hate everyone of them, even if I don't know them.Well, it's really time now.
Tomorrow will be a long day.
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Fallen angel
FantasyClaire, a normal girl. Or not? She will find more about her life and especially her past.