The Visitors

Chapter 1

KYLE-

I cant believe I'm actually sitting in my final class of my Junior year. This last period is the only thing in my way until I'm officially a senior; but of course it just has to be this class. English. The worst subject taught by the worst teacher at Beaufort High. The teacher being Mrs. Brand, a 50 almost 60 something English teacher who wears big wire rimmed glasses and loose fitting pants suits on her frail frame. She seems completely harmless, almost grandmotherly, but don't let looks deceive you. She's as sharp as a tack, her eyes never seem to miss anything and she is the most uptight person I've ever met. As if that's not enough, Mrs. Brand's had it out for me since day one, almost as if she wanted me to hate her. I would've hated her anyways, I mean she's the teacher of the one subject I NEVER do well in. But clearly this lady deserved every bit of my hatred, she was just pure evil. The kind of evil that does things like calling you out about your grades in the middle of class or, the kind that likes to taunt you relentlessly or the kind that gives a test on the last day of school. Like seriously who the hell does that? Who would even study for a test on the last day of school?? Certainly not me. To make matters worse, this isn't even a normal test, its worth the same as our finals, which we took 2 weeks ago, and are worth about HALF OUR FINAL GRADE. So yeah, you screw this test up? And that's it your walking away with some serious FAILURE and being that I've already failed this class for two other semesters I needed this grade to be amazing so I wouldn't have to stare at Mrs. Brand a whole other year. I look down at the test on my desk which was completely blank besides the spots for the name and date. 'Hey at least I knew those two,' I think jokingly to myself, then continue on scanning the page. After skimming through all the multiple choice and reading the prompt for the essay at the end, my mind settled on one thing, 'Kyle Hutchinson, you are going to fail this test.' Crap, I should have just studied instead of going out with Ray' Ana to the movies last night. She would have understood, but it was our 3 month and I wanted to make it special. I did too. After going to see that new chick- flick everyone's been talking about and she'd been dying to see, I drove Ray in my dads car down to the lake. We watched the stars on a blanket I'd laid out for us while talking about anything and everything that came to mind. I could talk to her for hours and never be bored. But that was just how Ray'Ana was, she was easy to talk to and be around. She was so beautiful too. She took my breathe away. And when she laughed? Jesus, I'd swear it sounded like an angel singing. My mind wandered into a full on day dream about Ray'Ana. When I finally pulled my mind back to reality long enough, I remembered I was in class with that stupid blank test still in front of me. I glanced up at the clock mounted above the door. Crap, crap, CRAP! I only had 15 minutes left. How in the hell will I finish this? My eyes shifted down from the clock and landed on Mrs. Brand. I really wish I hadn't done that. Her piercing blue eyes were narrowed right on me from behind those thick glasses, I could tell by her glare she knew I'd be failing this test. I quickly look back at my paper willing the answers to come to me. Five excruciating minutes later I still had absolutely nothing. Well I did have another option atleast. My plan 'B'. Its usually a last resort type of thing but seeing as I knew none of the answers and I only had 10 minutes left, it was my last resort. Plus, I know she has the answers, she's an absolute nerd. 'She' being my sister, Kayla. Actually, she was my twin, who was also taking the test about 6 seats behind me. She's not really cooperative when it comes to giving me answers but if she doesn't want to see me flunk this test, and this class, she'll help me out.

'Kayla, hey, um can you help me please? I don't know any of this stuff' I think to her. Almost instantly I hear her reply in my head.

'No Kyle, its cheating! Its your fault you don't know what to do not mine so I don't have to help.'

This was why shes my last resort. Shes so stubborn.

'Come on Kayla. Do you want to see me fail this class? You know I'll have to repeat it or do summer school or something....you could just help me out this once'