12 years old
Junior high school is just the same as I thought it would be. Bullying followed me even until now.
Just unlucky, I thought to myself every time it happened to me. Well, at least Gray Eyes went to another junior high.
"Hey, Witch! Show us where your Illuminati group is, 'coz we just wanna see what you and your kind do in that secret circle of bullshit!" Some dude shouted at me as I walked past him and his group of friends laughed like it's the best joke ever.
Dumbos.
As days passed, I noticed why I was called "Witch". Why you asked? Well, the answer is simple. Every time I look into the mirror, I realized that my hair is blacker than black, which isn't really common for an All-American Girl. Next was that my eyes are of royal purple color.
And by the way, I'm a natural since I'm 'underage' for coloring my hair and have colored contact lens.
With that, I was determined to look for help about my features since I had also found out something about genetics in science class. My only source of refuge in school who understands me and helps me is my science teacher, Miss Emerson. I normally tell her most of my problems seeing as she's the only teacher wo saw past my problems and needs. She said that I was different in a good way compared to the rest of the students she had taught.
Anyway, I told her about my condition about how i was different from my own family since their family lineage doesn't have any black haired person and definitely no purple freaking eyes. And no, it didn't cross my mind to tell my family about this since they lost most of my trust about THAT incident despite I still love them. I just couldn't bring myself to tell them about it.
Miss Emerson told me to find her in the science lab later on during lunch break seeing as this is a personal thing for me. However, despite she sounded calm when she told me that and even offered an encouraging smile, the worry look in her eyes told me otherwise. I just agreed to whatever she just told me and went for my next class.
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Lunch break arrived faster than I expected. Maybe I was eager to know who I truly am. As I walked to the laboratory, flashes of my family's faces came across my mind. Why are they hiding something from me when it's such an obvious issue that I'm not part of the Verner's? I thought to myself as I arrived the lab. I felt my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing was heavy yet short as i stood in front of the door with the tag written in block letters.
LABORATORY
I knocked on the door as if the grim reaper was waiting on the other side. Miss Emerson appeared with small smile and spoke, "And I thought you wouldn't come."
I returned her a smile and walked into the lab. I noticed her laptop was up and running. She closed the door and guided me to seat in front of the laptop. "Haely, I need you to be calm with whatever you're going to find out, okay?" Miss Emerson told me.
"Will I be okay?" I asked her as one part of me told me that I'm not gonna like the truth.
"You'll be just fine. That i can assure you." She sat down beside me and turned her laptop over towards me.
"Haely, you have Alexandria's Genesis and you may be, just maybe, adopted."
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"Earth to Haely! I repeat, Earth to Haely! Do you copy?"
I snapped out from my train of thoughts as my only friend in school, Bellette Damonte, waved her hand in my face.
"Sorry Bel'. Just distracted." I gently pushed her hand away from my face.
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The Hidden Soul Language (Discontinued)
Teen FictionHaely Verner is oddly special. She has pure talents for dance and music. She has features which society called a myth and at the same time can cause the female population jealous. However, the truth behind the news of her being actually adopted just...