Tell Me I'm Home

Saphira

         Have you ever felt like you don’t belong? Like, no one wants anything to do with you? I have, and it sucks. I never feel like I belong here, in Houston Texas. Not with my family or with my so called friends. I haven’t had a boyfriend yet, but if I did I would probably still feel like I don’t belong. Guys flirt with me and hit on me but it’s probably because they think I’m easy or something.

         I was adopted. Nobody knew my real parents, I was just found in the middle of my adoptive parent’s forest. I was just a baby then. Now, I am turning eighteen. In just two months.

         I am Saphira Gether and I have no idea where I came from or who I am. I have long, smooth, straight blond hair, bright greens eyes, and other people, preferably guys, say I have a “holy shit look at that!” body.

         I go to Houston High School and honestly, I hate it. It’s my senior year. Nothing new and exciting happens and all the guys are perv’s and annoying. But the girls are the weirdest. They actually like those guys. I have no idea why, but girls actually fight over each other to date Logan, the ‘most’ popular guy in school. I don’t know why that is because he’s the most annoying person I know. I mean, sure he’s kinda cute; he has short black hair and brown eyes. He is built and is the quarterback of the football team. I have nothing against guys, it’s just none of the guys I know are good and they couldn’t handle my life. I am a strong young woman.

         There are rumors around school that people actually believe, that are about me. One is that I am a lesbian, others are that I am an alien because I don’t show much emotion. Like seriously, why would I show emotion?!? That’s stupid! Emotion is for people who are vulnerable and show what makes them vulnerable therefore making weak spots that your enemy can get to and use them against you. I can’t afford to be vulnerable because I have no idea who I am or what. I can’t have someone who is going to be in my way and that my enemies can use against me. And aliens don’t exist and really, lesbian, I am sooo not.

         I have found out that I heal very fast and I’m stronger and faster than any other girl and most of the boys. Honestly, I just think they weak and whiny and pathetic. Suck it up and deal with it! At least your parents didn’t leave you, you rich, whiny bitches.

          I found out I heal fast because when I was cutting up my chicken for dinner, I sliced my finger and when I looked down, there was blood coming out of the wound and it hurt, a lot. I jumped up out of my chair when dinner was still in session, and ran up the stairs and into the bathroom for a band aid. But then I felt a tingling sensation in my finger. I look down and the wound was healing itself. That just creped me out and I ran screaming for my parents. They were very surprised and didn’t know what to do. They don’t know what to do about me period. They are scared of me and what I will bring to this family later down the road.

         But, you got to admit, that how I discovered I heal fast was pretty pathetic. You guys probably thought that I got into a fight like some bad ass girl and I healed up like that and won. Nope. That didn’t happen. I healed up a little knife wound. Wohooo!

            I want to know who I am, I want to know if there are others like me, I want to know if I was maybe made to do something on this planet, I want to know if I looked more like my mom, or my dad. Ah, so many questions and no answers. I gave up all hope over ten years or nothing happening to me, like my parents showing up or someone like me comes around, just something! But all my life, nothing has happened to me.

         Every day it is the normal. Wake up, eat, got to school, go to work, come home, eat, do homework, and sleep. But, on October 12th, everything changed.