Being gifted...[ON HOLD]

Punching sisters and elbowing strangers

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Oh and the first four chapters will be introducing the four characters so dont worry if the protagonist changes every chapter. :) 

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Saturday, September 13th, 2011 

New York City,  

USA

Andria's POV

I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate my school. I hate my house. And most of all-- I HATE my sister!! That witch. I have no idea what she has done to our parents, but somehow, they only see her side of things. It is not FAIR. I mean, yeah, I punched her. So WHAT??! Did they even consider WHY I punched her? No, they didn't. Because 'no matter what she has done- there is no excuse for hitting your older sister'. As IF! They don't know half the story. She MADE me hit her. It was all her plan! Don't they see that??! Gosh!

I sit down on my bed and look at my messy room. When was the last time I cleaned it? Oh right. I never really clean my room. I just stuff everything into the closets or under the bed every time a clean room has been asked for. I stopped cleaning my room when I realized four things. One- No matter what, my room will reach its original state within 5 hours of cleaning. Two- It takes me 5 hours to clean my room thoroughly. Three- I need to clean my room every time someone important comes over for dinner or something. Four- Someone important comes home at sometime point every other day.

But that has got to change. Now I have to ACTUALLY clean my room. It is part of my punishment for hurting my older sister. 7 hours of intense cleaning and two- 1 hour breaks later.... I have accomplished the once impossible task. YAAY!! Now I just have to get through 2 weeks of gounding, doing the dishes for the first week and vacuuming the house everyday for 2 weeks. Hump. SOME justice!

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"Andria, wake up. Just because you are a good student, it doesn't mean you can sleep in my class. I understand that you already know what I am teaching right now- but a good review never hurt anyone. Get UP, Andria." Mrs. Veenkamp's voice woke me up from a beautiful dream. In the dream I was murdering everyone who has ever crossed my path- starting with my sister. And Veenkamp just added herself on the list. I slowly open my eyes and look at my AP Calc. Teacher. I hear snickering from the back of the class.

"Yes, Mrs. V. I am awake now."

"Good. Now would you like to answer the question on the board?"

"234.33455" I replied right away looking very bored.

Mrs. Veenkamp was not taken back my fast response. She was used to it by now. She didn't even check if my answer was correct- she just nodded and replied, "Good. Thank you very much. And I suggest you try harder to pretend you are listening. The snoring is a total give away."

"Yes, Mrs. V. I will keep that in m-" I am cut off by the bell for lunch. I quickly grab my things and make my way out of class. And on my way out I am accidently knocked into 7 times. My super memory and fast thinking may get me good grades but all it has done for my social life is make me an outcast. I have only one true friend in the world and I am dying to tell her what I went through over the weekend. Suddenly I feel someone grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway. Speak of the devil. "Umm...hi to you to Sandy. Where are you taking me?" For a skinny girl- she sure has a lot of strength. Meet Sandy- my high school bestiie. We met when she first came to town two years ago- when we were freshmen. Sandy is a short, brown haired Indian girl. But she doesn't look one bit Indian. Her skin colour suggests she come from Spain or something. She wears black glasses and has shoulder length gorgeous, wavy brown hair. I have no idea why she hangs out with me. She could easily fit into the "IN" crowd. She just chooses not to. She is just crazy like that.

She turns around and gives me a smile. "Oh yeah...hi. Look what you have done to me? The more I hang out with you, the more socially unstable I become."I glare at her. She smiles wider and winks. "ANYWAAAAAYY... Right now I am taking you to the library. There is an emergency Panther Press meeting." Panther Press is the school newspaper which I happen to be the Chief Editor of.

"And how come I wasn't informed? Shouldn't I be the one HOLDING the meeting?"

She bites her lip. "Um...well... a meeting can also be held by one of your second in commands if it is an emergency."

"Yes, but which second in command wouldn't inform me first?" When she didn't reply and looked at me all guilty- it hit me. Of course-our newest recruit. Mr. Brittany Evans, aka my sister. She would never bother telling me- it would hurt her ego to admit that she needs MY permission in something. This meeting better be for a good reason. "Okay, let's go."

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"Whoa, I can't believe she did that! That's harsh. I mean she actually made you think you were adopted? With the adoption papers and everything? And you fell for it?" Sandy asked. We were walking home after school. The meeting hadn't been for a good reason whatsoever. Turns out she called everyone on the newspaper council to tell us we needed to recruit more photographers. Everyone KNEW that already. Everyone hates her now. Obviously no one yelled at her or anything though. Who would? She is the school president and valedictorian. She is also the most popular, good-looking girl in the school. No one wants to mess with her. It's just simple human nature. No biggie. I'm used to it by now. I come from a rich and extremely sociable family. So it is also very natural for my parents to give my sister more importance since she is more into the social stuff. She is also more of a show-off material. She enjoys parties and meeting people. I, on the other hand, rather talk to my stuffed animals. It is pretty much the same thing, right?

"Well...because it was very believable, okay? I mean, my whole family likes attention but I don't. They all look like Greek gods and goddesses and I don't. They all have blue eyes and I have brown ones. I barely have any pictures of me as a baby. It all made sense. GOSH!" I replied.

"Hmmmm....now that you mention it... I did over hear something when I was at your house one day. Your parents were talking about..." she replied.

"WHAT?? WHAT DID YOU HEAR?"

Sandy burst out laughing. "You are so gullible." I glare at her. "Okay, okay...I am sorry. I just had to try." She said with her hands up in surrender. We reached her house. "Okay, see you tomorrow. And try not to punch your sister too much."

"I'll try." I reply and start to head home. I have only gotten two blocks away when I feel like I am being followed. I start walking faster. I look around me. There is no one around. I am taking my short cut through the parking lot of a Plaza. The parking lot is deserted because the plaza is closed for construction. There is no one here. It's alright. There is no need to panic. I am just being too paranoid. There is nothing to worry about. Ten years of self-defence training has gotten to me.

Suddenly, I feel someone behind me but before I can turn around they grab me in a head lock and have one hand around my waist. The lock is almost unbreakable. If I move too much- I might hurt my spine. Whoever this person is- they are very experienced. I feel them breathing on my back.

"Easy there. Calm down. It's alrig---" He says while breathing down my back. I cut him off by elbowing him in his stomach. But to my surprise- his grip doesn't loosen one bit. "Okay, sister. Now you are just BEGGING to get on my bad side. " His grip hardens. "Yo, pass me the gun. " He says to someone behind us. I hear some rustling, a thud and then I feel at ping in my neck. It starts to get more painful....And then the whole world tilts and turns black.

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