It was the most boringest of boring days. I was lounging in my bed, steeling myself to face the mound of homework on my desk. Instead i was texting my best friend, Jay.
Wuu2? He texts me.
Nm - just h/w. I reply.
Gd- I'm coming over :)
I sigh and force myself to get up, flicking my long brown hair over my shoulder and straightening my black skinny jeans. Sure enough, about ten seconds later Jay bursts into my room. (He lives just across the road.) "Surprise!"
I squint at him. "Don't you ever knock?"
"Nope!"
"What do you want?"
"Why do you think that I would want something?" he says in mock confusion. "Actually, now we are on the subject, I would love someone to help me do the poster for Science."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine!"
While we were doing the poster, I started to feel weird. Really weird. I was really hot- whenever I touched my skin, it felt on fire. I shook the feeling aside and carried on shading the border. I looked up to see Jay looking at me strangely.
"Vicky, are you ok?"
"Yeah, why?" I'm such a liar.
"Your eyes just turned amber."
I looked up at him. "Ha ha, very funny Jay."
Jay actually looked scared. "No, seriously."
I got up and flounced to the mirror. My eyes were turning the colour of autumn leaves. I instantly went pale, but the feeling of being on fire was back, stronger than before. I screamed as my brown hair was being invaded with red streaks, and my skin turned paper white. Poor Jay was huddling in the corner of my room, whimpering with fright. He nearly jumped out of his skin as a fireball burst out from me and barreled through the room. The feeling of power left me and I slumped to the ground, still trembling.
I look up to see Jay slowly backing away. "Jay, wait!"
He looked at me, with fear in his eyes. "What are you?"
I gaped. My best friend thought I was inhuman? Well, considering what just happened, I can't exactly blame him. "I-I don't know."
"I'm not prepared for this kind of thing! I'm thirteen, for crying out loud! Vicky, I don't know what you are and I'm not sure I want to."
Before I could say another word, he had run out of the room. I, for one, was feeling pretty nervous and so I ran downstairs to my mum.
"What's hap-" she started to say, but then her beautiful features grew sad as she saw my red hair and amber eyes.
"Mum, what's happening?" I tried to sound strong, but my voice caught at the end of the sentence.
"I knew that I would have to tell you sometime. There are two things that you need to know: I am not your mother. And you are not human."
