Chapter 1 (1)

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~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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