Nigeria

Chapter Two

"Good Nigeria, Good." My dad said as I went from one battle pose to the next. "Don't forget to change your footing!"

"Like this?" I asked, shifting my left foot outwards.

My dad grinned, "Yes. Just like that. Now close your eyes-" I did as I was told, "And listen." I let the silence between us disappear as I listened to everything. For some odd reason I had way better than your average teenager. I heard a squirrel scamper down a tree, and I could hear my dad's breathing as if he was right next to me even though he was five feet away. I was starting to grow impatient as I always did when he gave me this exercise. I opened one eye; trying to be sneaky about it but of course the almighty father saw everything.

"Close your eyes Nigeria." Dad demanded. I opened my mouth to protest but dad held up his hand to silence me. I scowled but did as I was told. I shifted my head a little making my black hair fall into my face. I sighed impatiently, dad sighed too.

"Always impatient aren't you?" He asked. As if he already doesn't know.

I nodded, "Yup."

Dad shook his head. "Then let's get back home." Dad started to walk silently to the house in the background.

The way he walked didn't fit his figure. He walked silently almost graceful when he looks the type that would trip over his own feet way to much. My dad was short and a little plump, but he was always in great condition. My dad's face was almost kid-like, with his bubbly face that made anybody smile and his big blue-green eyes full of innocence it was hard not to think he was around my age, but his hair and round face gave that away. His hair is brown and well kept the only thing that makes my dad look old was the fact that he was starting to gray and he had grown some wrinkles that belonged on a grandfather. He also had grayish-brown eyebrows that for some reason were starting to thin. His nose looked almost perfectly straight, minus the fact the he broke it, and now it was a little crooked. The weirdest part I've never figured out was the fact that he was also on the pale side like me when my brother, sister and mother on more on the tanned side, yet he and I spent more time in the sun then all of them.

I started to walk over to my dad's side when something I heard made me turn around. I looked around the field, and over to the forest edge, then to the creak that ran through the middle of the field and into the forest. I walked slowly to the creak only to stop when I saw my reflection.

My reflection always caught me off guard. I always think I'm just like everybody else. Normal eyes, ears, body and abilities, but instead I had violent, slanted purple eyes, slightly pointed ears, paled skin, and well built body way beyond normal. My face is also very proportional, and my hair's the blackest black I've ever seen and it glistened in the sun like it had stars in it. Another oddity was the fact that I always... and I mean always, had a pocket knife with me. It was a precaution against attack. I sometimes wondered if different people were like me. I had asked my mother this when I was six, she said there were, just not around here. I believed her on that but as for my abilities, I've never believed her. I can run faster than anybody I've ever met, stronger too. There was also my sight range and my hearing range; all above average, and nobody coming even close. This is always in the back of me head; constantly wondering if I'm even human, though I never get much time to think about it considering all that I have to do. I have my lessons, school work, and farm work to keep my mind busy, along with my brother and sister.

That's what I heard. I laughed at my stupidity. All I had heard was my brother; Nathan coming home with the fire wood from the forest. Like I said before I had hearing way above average. I turned around and saw my dad still waiting for me. I jogged up to him and we started home.

We walked in through the door; my mothers' voice greeted us.

"How was practice?" My dad shrugged off his tanned coat and hung it up.