Hybrid: The Awakening

Chapter 1-Tristen

Date on Earth: Monday, October 2

I hated bullies.

Always picking on people that weren't on their "godly" tier. Walking like they ran everything. Never thinking of how it may affect the person that they threatened to beat up, or stole homework from.

I hated them so much.

And the worst part?

I used to be one of them.

That was before they found out I wasn't as big as I made myself out to be. Before they realized what a coward I was.

And as cowards go, I was the biggest one ever.

Need proof? Take it from a few weeks ago at basketball practice:

"Tristen! What are you doing? Don't be a coward, take the ball!" Coach Clarissa demanded as I watched the player dribble by me.

Or from this morning:

"Come on chiquito," Ma exclaimed. "Just tell this girl how you feel! Women like men who are confident, not cowards!"

Or, if that's still not enough, just take it from the kid who had shoved me into the lockers and was currently dangling my phone in his hand.

The boy's name was Jason. His thin blond hair and white clammy skin didn't do any assistance in upping his physical appearance. But what he lacked in complexion he made up for in muscle mass. Biceps bulged out from under his sleeves and his tightfitting shirt only made his six-pack more obvious . Only an idiot would be dumb enough to pick a fight with him. I'd know.

"Jay, come on. Give it back." I held out my hand. The words weren't demanding. I'd learned better than that. Now it was nothing more than a plea.

Jason scoffed. "Oh, you want it back? Why don't you come and get it then?" He brought the phone closer to my face, taunting me. With a grunt, I reached forward to grab it, only for him to pull it back at the last second. His dark laugh echoed against the walls of the highschool.

I swore and grabbed my backpack, walking away. Begging to Jason never worked. Ignoring him was always a better method.

"Coward!" he yelled from behind me. I felt something hit the back of my head and realized with anger that he had thrown my phone.

It fell to the ground with a smack. I sucked in a breath as I picked it up. The screen was shattered. Pressing the power button, I cheered silently as my lock screen appeared.

When I looked behind me again, Jason had disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief and cursed him again under my breath, putting the phone in my backpack. I'd have to hide the damage from Ma; I had just gotten the phone two weeks ago, and she would not be happy to know I'd already broken the screen.

It was funny how quickly things changed. Felt like only yesterday when me and Jason were middle-schoolers, bonding over the fact that both of us towered over our peers. We were dubbed the "Twin Towers", until our teacher explained to the class why that nickname was not appropriate.

It never was the healthiest friendship. Too bad by the time I'd realized, it was too late.

Sighing, I quickly made my way down the hall. The more distance I put between me and Jason, the better.

Time seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, the last bell of the day rang. I had wasted a whole day.

Oh well.

I packed up my things and started walking to the school buses that stopped at the side of the building.

"Tristen?" I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me. I froze and turned around.