short stories and other things

Fly Away Home

Type: Supernatural, school life

Original story

"Mom I can't go! What if they make fun of my birthmark?" Placing my hand over my heart feeling the ridges of my scar like birthmark.

"No one will care." My mother smoothed my dark hair that was very much like hers.

"That's what you said last year." I muttered back.

"Sister." My mother sighed. "They just don't understand how wonderful you are. You're a very special child, you'll do great things one day. Don't worry, when the time comes they'll see it. Trust me, you'll make friends that can see you for you."

She kissed my cheeks and touched my birthmark. "Never be ashamed of this, it's what makes you you."

"I know mom you tell me every day."

"Because its true." She put my backpack on me.

"Ready to go kitty cat," my step father and his son came skipping down the stairs.

"But my name's not..." I trailed off when she gave me a look.

"Katherine honey you know what we talked about." Searching my eyes. My name, I was never to use that name with people other than mother and people like me.

I nod slowly and my mother smiles.

"Alright everyone ready to go?" Erin smiled and opened the door.

Kyle ignored me as we walked to the car. My stepbrother didn't take to kindly to me. We didn't talk much, not before the wedding or after, even though its been five or six years now.

"Kyle I want you to watch out for Katherine, ok?" Erin looked to us in the rear view.

Kyle hummed in response. "Yeah whatever."

They kissed me on the cheek and they drove off.

"Look psycho," he whips around and snapped at me bitterly, "I don't know you, don't come crying to me when something happens. Got that? I don't want anything to do with you."

I nodded and he briskly walked away but I stay at his heels.

"Hey Ky," one of his supposed 'friends' greeted him with a nod. "Who's the cute little girl?" He smiled at me. Not a good sign, his waves don't feel right. They gave me...'the creeps', is that what you'd call it?

"Oh hell," he turned to see me. "Jesse don't even think about it. Get outta here Kat."

"Awe, let her stay. Cute girls are what make the first day back so great." Jesse eyed me again.

"Lay off Jesse," another one of Kyle's friends spoke up. "She doesn't even know what puberty is."

He snorted, "Young girls know more than you think."

"That's enough Jesse," Kyle growled.

"Oh wait I get it, she's your girl, huh?"

"She's my stepsister, asshole!" He snapped.

"What!?"

"Come on Kat," he turned and I tap at his heels. "Look, the fifth graders are over there. Go makes some friends and leave me alone."

I stayed by myself away from the other children. A new school. New people to start with. How could you feel so alone in a crowded room?

A group of boys were laughing, pushing around another boy before shoving him out of the group altogether.

The boy muttered something as he picked himself up, brushing off the dirt.

I hesitated reading his waves. They were gentle, light but moving a bit excitedly.

"Are you ok?" I spoke quietly.

He looked up a bit surprised. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine." His thick Irish accent was pleasant.

"Good" I stepped off.

"Hey I'm Andrew. You can call me Andy." He put out his hand.

"Katherine," I stated simply as I waited for him to drop his arm. Not a big fan off touching people I don't know. Their chemicals didn't leave a good feel against my skin.

"Well Katherine, I just moved here from Ireland. I don't really know anyone outside of my sisters friends so I was thinking maybe we could be..." He trailed off as pink colored the high cheekbones of his pale freckled face.

I lifted my hand and slowly reached for his face. He stayed completely still as I brush my fingertips very lightly against the hair on his cheek. It didn't hurt, his body energy didn't hurt like Erin's and Kyle's and everyone outside of mother. Pulling back just as slowly searching his ocean green blue eyes.

"Yes, I'll be your friend." I deadpanned looking away.

"That felt weird." Peeking out of the corner of my eye,I saw him rub his cheek. "What did you do? Some kinda magic trick?"

"No," I frowned a little. "It's a greeting."

"Well, that's an odd waya say hello. I wanna try." He lifted his hand and I stepped back.

"No," I coldly stared at him.

He laughed. "You Americans are funny. I like you Katherine."

"Kat," I said quickly thinking of my stepfather's nickname for me, "call me Kat."

He smiled warmly. "Kat," he said slowly, testing it. He looked at me again raising is hand to my face. I didn't stop him as his knuckles barely touched my cheek. A trail of heat, little sparks, than cold goose pimples. Dropping his hand he smile. "Kat, I like that."