I just want to feel the sun on my skin. My thoughts snap out when my grandmother enters the room, "Why are you not doing your work?" she said calmly. Her white hair shone through the blue water around us and the light making it look as if glowing. I shrugged "dunno, I will finish it today though don't worry"
She walked over to me and patted her hand on my shoulder "are they talking about you again?" a sigh escaped my lips and I nod softly. "I just don't understand why all of them are special and I'm ... normal"
"they never say anything to my face, and the only thing I see on their face when they realize I heard them is pity". A pause. "And I hate that, I hate it so much." I look down at my fingers and linger them around each other, making shapes to distract me from the tears forming in my eyes.
I shake my head and get up quickly, looking everywhere but my nana's blue eyes, "I'm gonna go do my homework" and left before she could say anything. I walk to our department in the bubble, the home of the people left. Or at least we think.
I open the large door and see mother on the couch, she looked unamused. Her eyes landed on me, maybe not only unamused but also pissed off. I take a deep breath and act as if I didn't see her looking walking quickly to my room.
"Luna, come here" she shouted across the small space. "Yes?" I stopped and walked over to the green sofa. "why are you not in class with the other kids" her breath stank. She drank again. "I have a bad headache I told miss Aura and she said I could do my work in my room"
She scoffed and got up. Her legs wiggled underneath her and she almost fell back on the couch but she found a way to find her balance again and stood tall, well not really she's exactly my height 1,60m.
"did I allow it?" she began "You're already a failure. All the other kids can do wonders, whether it is to control water, metal or even be able to lift anything. You can do absolutely nothing. A failure." She muffled more words as she sat back down. Pointed at my bedroom door and commanded me to go there in silence.
I closed the door. I inhale a long deep breath and exhale slowly. I'm so sick of her bullshit. Where does she even find all that alcohol? I throw myself on the bed. As if I care. that's what I convince myself at least. She has always been like this. Ever since she got me.
I open my book and start doing what I'm supposed to do when the door storms open. "Get up, we're training" dad looked as if he was about to explode. Probably another fight. "I have homework" he shook his head "you have enough time to do that later, up. Now."
I do as he says, fighting him is no use.
I crumble on the floor. That must've been a bad fight then. I get up on my feet again and throw a punch which was a distraction from the elbow I sent to his middle. He stumbled a few steps back, grunting.
"use your sharp parts, you're small so a punch won't do anything" he always said. So I always focused on my elbows, wrists, knuckles, knees and feet. I wrapped my legs around his neck and pushed him to the ground. She patted on the ground and I quickly let go.
"You're getting a little too good for me now" a chuckle left my throat. Yea if you've been doing this since I was 8 and beat me up all these times and calling it "training". "Yea, I guess so, I really gotta go do homework now" he nodded me off and I took the bandages off my hands.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and walked out of the sports room. Opening the door Elijah stood tall, leaning against the wall. "you weren't in class" he said. "I noticed"
"so, you skipped class to work out?" his dark skin glowed under the light, I hate that I find him attractive, "kind of, I already know what we're having right now"
