The Gifted Ones

Dedicated to XxCooler_SisterxX for making me post this :D

So, this is my first story, so please don't be harsh with your comments. I'm not going to bother you anymore so...here it goes:

01. September

Dear Mom and Dad,

I feel like something bad is about to happen. I actually don’t know why I just wrote that, I just had to get it out of my system. I need to tell it to someone, and who is better for that than you two. I don’t know why I have this feeling, but I just do…

Anyway, it’s around 4.45 in the morning, and I’m still awake and terrified. I’m telling myself I’m just tired from the trip from Argentina. Still, that doesn’t explain why I’m so terrified and scared.

The day before yesterday, while Aunt Rachel, uncle Fin, Sadie, Jennifer and I were getting back from airport, I was having this really strange feeling. I was thinking that you two were waiting for me at home. That you were going to sit on the front porch and greet me with a big hug. But when I came home, you guys weren’t there. And I know this all sounds silly but I actually felt like I was about to cry.

Somehow, lately I get this feeling like I don’t belong here. Everything in our house seems in its place, except for me. And the worst part is that I know I belong somewhere, but I just don’t know where.

Anyway, today I must go to school, and face all those faces again. We shall meet at the parking before the school starts.

Maybe I’m afraid of that?

Maybe I’m scared of them?

 I stopped writing. Looking at the last line I wrote, still holding my pen above the small notebook I was writing in, I just shook my head. A second later, I abruptly lifted my head, throwing both pen and notebook towards the oriel window, where they just bounced intact, landing on an upholstered bench by the window. 

It was all just ridiculous.

Since when am I, Isabella Duncan, being afraid of seeing people? Since when am I afraid of anything for that matter? I rose onto my feet, quickly putting on a robe. I didn’t even spare a look to the mirror; I knew what I would see – Isabella Duncan, hot, blonde girl who is always cool and awesome, girl who is finishing high school, girl who every boy wants for himself, while all the girls want to be like her. Only this girl now had a frown on her face.

Sighing, I went to the bathroom, settling with a long, calming bath. When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel, shivering as my wet hair came in contact with my bare shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom, I quickly threw on some ripped, skinny jeans and black T-shirt that had some fluorescent inscription on it. Just as I was about to make my bed, the door of my room flung open and small, blonde girl jumped into my room.

“Bella!”, she squealed, throwing herself in my arms, making both her and I fall hard on the floor. That didn’t seem to stop her, though. I made a disgusted face, failing an attempt to get all of her hair out of my mouth. When I finally succeeded, I let out a groan.

“Sadie, get off!”, I yelled, trying to sound annoyed, but I just couldn’t. She was the cutest little seven years old in the world. Sadie pouted, getting up from me, and straightening her clothes in an elegant manner. I quirked an eyebrow at her, asking myself where did she learn to do that.

“What?”, she asked me, noticing I was looking at her.

“Nothing”, I shook my head. “Why are you up so early?”, I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. Sadie shrugged her shoulders.