Stop Testing Me <3

Explanation: Yes, this is my first fantasy story. It might be shitty, but I'm giving it a try. Can you guys stick with me? I hope so... Anyways, the bold text with one quotation mark such as '...' are telepathic messages, and the normal dialogue is of course"...". Oh! And normal thoughts are just the '...'

If you guys don't like it, you don't have to read it since I barely know what I'm doing. Suggestions are welcome since I've never written fantasy. 

Enjoy! I hope.....

I dont belong here. I'm not a popular, stoner, badass, nerd, skater, or any other stereotype you can imagine. The outcasts don't even talk to me! They  at least exist. Me? I'm just there, stuck in the crowd of people rushing through the hallways. Ask anyone around who Macy Andrews is, and they will say 'who?' I can guarantee that much. Me and my group, we just don't fit in anywhere. We all have weird families and unusual looks.  My group there are 5 of us: Tommy, he has blonde hair and purple eyes. Rachel, Tommy's sister; she has black hair with different color streaks and bright green eyes.  Jack, he has long black hair and icy blue eyes.We have one senior in our group of the weird sophomores, his name's Scott. He has light brown hair with some blonde streaks, and normal blue eyes.

We think he's the only normal looking one of the bunch,  And then theres me, plain old Macy with bright red hair and hazel eyes that always change colors depending on what I wear. You might be wondering what is a senior, one that would be cool if he was just himself, doing hanging out with the sophomore weirdos? Well, it started that Scott had a mission. Scott's mission started when he saw me being chased around the school by Tommy & Rachel. He thought he could make us known school-wide, but that didn't exactly happen, he became one of us and now we love him to death. My friends might be weird, but I would never change them for the world. We all met each other last year, and being freshmen and a junior, we had uncontrollable hormones. All the members of our group soon learned of my huge crush on this jock named Kevin Daniels.  He was everything I looked for in a guy, attractive, athletic, smart, funny, I could go on and on, but I won't bore you so soon into my story. It all happened around finals of sophomore year, and biology was stressing me out. The teacher just reminded me of a bird so much that I couldn't learn anything all year, not to mention the material was very hard to begin with. The only upside of biology was that Kevin was in that class with me. Biology was my last final of the day today, and I just wanted to get it over with. I started taking the test, filling out the little scantron bubbles. 'A.B,C,E,D' I thought to myself. I was about to move on to the next question. I was reading it in my mind and was about to fill in the bubble for C, when another voice popped in my head. It sounded alot like Kevin's voice, so I thought I was just daydreaming about him again but I listened once the voice said very clearly and loudly, as if to get my attention,'The answer is F. Don't fill in C. Do you want to fail this class?'  I tried to see if I could talk back. In my mind I randomly said 'testing one two.... Hello? Who's there?' I snuck a glance at Kevin, who was trying to hide his laughter at something. I figured the teacher just farted again, but he was looking straight at me. The voice came through my mind again, saying ' The teacher didn't fart yet, if she does then I believe we  all have the right to leave the room and duck and find shelter. Did you fill in F yet?' I got a mental image of the teacher farting and all of us running to hide in our lockers, and i was still looking at Kevin. I think he got my mental image because he started to laugh loudly in the middle of the quiet testing room. He quickly disguised his laugh as a cough and smiled knowingly at me.  This is a weird power, but my life is weird so I'm not too suprised actually. I kept hearing Kevin's voice nagging at me when I would pick the wrong answers, and I would continue guessing until he nodded in his mind. I wasn't sure that was possible, but hey, last question of the test! yay! I picked D- all of the above and turned in my seat to stare at Kevin in attempts to communicate better.  ' Hey Kevin, how are you, wait,  I'm doing it too so I'll rephrase... How are we able to communicate telepathically?' i looked at Kevin and got a peek of his mind, before a door closed on his mind.. Literally.  In his mind was my crazy red hair that I threw into a bun today. He looked at me harshly and replied in my mind, 'You didn't know you could do this until today? You're a Ri. It's short for Riatorean.(pronounced Rye-uh-tour-an) All your friends, and all your parents are. After school let's go somewhere and I'll tell you all about it.' I looked over to see Kevin looking at me, and I nodded and he smiled. The bell rang, shrill and loud, releasing us from this day of incredibly stressing finals. When I walked out the door, Kevin was there waiting.  "Ready to go?" He asked me. It was weird hearing his voice out loud, directed at me, instead of him just talking to me telepathically.  Nodding, I followed him to his car; a authentic 69' Ford mustang. I whistled in appreciation, and got in the car. I was entranced by the vehicle's beauty. Kevin laughed at my expression, and his voice broke through my thoughts and wishes about driving this car,  his voice said loudly, 'Stop drooling, do you want to drive or should I?'  I turned to him in exasperation. "How do you make your voice so loud in my head?? " I asked. He chuckled and replied, "I'll explain that once we're there, and I'll drive since you seem to be in shock. Not that I blame you."  About three minutes of driving later, we approached a old-fashioned mantion. It had big gates, a beautiful fountain with water rushing out of it, and butlers were scurrying by the door. A man with wrinkles ran out of the garage near the house. "Hello, sir! Would you like me to park your car or leave it out?" He asked Kevin. "Hey Jerry, you can leave it out. Macy over here will probably drool over it looking through the window. We're going inside to talk, take care dude!" We walked up the marble steps, through these two pillars, and into the giant door. We entered what resembled a really fancy living room, and Kevin squinted his eyes a little moving his mouth the slightest bit here and there. Two people came running in the room. I guess these are his parents? I turned to Kevin. "You didn't say I was meeting the parents. I look gross today... Come onn dude." I started my sentence by whining, then pointing at my hair and outfit, and I added a little pouty face at the end. "My mom and dad are going to tell you whatever you want to know about our race." Kevin told me. 'Okay, here we go....'  I thought, still not too happy at the idea of meeting his parents. 

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The teacher in here is based off of two teachers: 2 years ago...My 8th grade math teacher who always farted in the middle of class & resembles a bird, & this past year....My freshman science teacher. She just reminds me of a bird. It's uncanny, teachers and their birdlike tendencies. Also kinda creepy. & yeah, math & science are my worst subjects so thats why I used those adjectives. :)Thanks for reading! Vote/Comment/Fan if you liked? 

-Morgz.