“Adriana” What? Is someone calling me?
“Adriana!” They’re getting louder but why do they seem so far away?
“Adriana!!” A sharp jolt on my shoulder quickly awakened me from the unconsciousness of sleeping and sent of wave of adrenaline through me. As I quickly sat up in my bed, I collided with the forehead of another person.
“Ow! What did you do THAT for?” Anders shrunk back clutching his newly bruised forehead. Realizing I had just headbutted my brother quickly snapped out of my own pain and check to make sure he was okay.
“Anders buddy, are you alright? I’m sorry that happened.” I calmly soothed and checked his forehead because I could see he was on the verge of tears from the pain. Well he is five you know.
“Mm…mhm I’m okay, I just wanted to wake you up, Adi.” That puppy dog voice sent a wave of guilt through me.
“Oh I’m sorry; you just scared me that’s all. I promise I won’t do it again.” I smiled and gave him a small hug.
“Okay…” Anders squirmed in my hold. He never did like contact with others. I let him go and he ran out of my room yelling over his shoulder,
“Hurry up and eat breakfast!” I look at the clock and see that I have a whole hour before it’s time to go to school. I felt the corners of my mouth curve up, but I didn’t completely smile.
“Okay” I replied in something that was close to a whisper. I dreaded school but I knew it couldn’t be avoided. I heaved myself out of bed and made my way downstairs for breakfast.
I quickly eat my nutritional breakfast of a lucky charms and a cookie and go to the bathroom to get myself ready for another day in hell. My long black hair was actually fine for the first time in history and my deep brown eyes didn’t look tired at all. The only problem was my skin. I don’t have acne, but I was so fair-skinned that I looked sickly pale. Well that’s to be expected I guess. I brush my teeth and comb my hair so I look less of a mess. No one will care what I look like anyway, I’m always avoided by everyone. But trying might help.
I go back into my room and change into my black hoodie and dark blue skinny jeans. My wardrobe is really the same thing, a hoodie, skinny jeans and my favorite dark purple Vans. I look at myself in my mirror and decide I looked decent enough, so I grab my backpack and head out to school. I live two blocks away in a popular neighborhood with a lot of people I know from school. I walk out the door and prepare for the worst.
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Fly Away
Teen Fiction"Every man has his secret sorrows in which the world knows not." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Adriana Pennington is a psychic. No she can't channel the dead, but she's able to read peoples minds. And she hates it. Her Sixth Sense, as she calls it...
