Operation D.R.E.A.M.: Power Switch

Op. D.R.E.A.M.: Ps 5

Operation D.R.E.A.M.: Power Switch 5

Kaitlyn's POV

After watching my amusing guy friends fight and curse at each other, I was sucked back into the supposed reality in my supposed life. Luckily, I got 100% on my scrapbook in language and a 98% on my honor's math class test. At least those types of subjects didn't ask me for my opinion on our stupid lives. I have enough to deal with. I don't need people discriminating my ideas. For gods sake, all they do is yell at me.

After the bell rang, I caught up with Daniel. Strangely, we've had the same exact schedules for the past 3 years, and, we were in the same after school programs as well. Most of them, at least. He sucks at sports. Once, being mad, he tried to kick the soccer ball, he tripped and fell on his back. Not a pretty sight, I'll tell you.

"Whatcha get on the test?" I asked him.

"87, and what, you got higher?" He replied sighing.

"Mhm, 98! Beat that!" I yelled at him.

He rolled his eyes and laughed. I've known him and the others for a while. All of us were put in a special elementary school, for the talented. We were going to go to the Middle school for the talented, but, they closed down. Apparently, a woman with a daughter who can't sing, at all, complained of discrimination, because they also happened to be African.

I had the Arts talent, the most. Daniel was with the Music talent. My arts talent, in general, meant I exelled well with musical instruments and singing. I was fairly well with drawing, but not that well. But my main talent was the art of writing, I wrote poems, song lyrics, and novels all my teacher loved since I was in elementary. They said I had a big imagination, like dreaming of another world. But, it happens to get me 'in trouble' sometimes.

We both had a secondary talent of Technology and Intelligence. Same goes for Deven and Brandon, but Deven's main was Mathematics/Science while Brandon's was Biology.

After going seperate ways, because I had basketball practice, I waved over at my old friends Katherine and Olivia. Katherine's talent at the school was Fashion and so was Olivia's. They weren't exactly the smartest of our group, but they were definetly good at drawing and Fashion.

Technically, if you think about it, I'm like a border crosser at school. There's the sporty kind, the genius kind, the technology kind, and the kind that would cry over a broken nail. Then start crying again about how their makeup just smeared. I was one of them all, except the last one. No one likes those kinds of people, except for the shallow people or themselves.

And with that said, no one likes me either. Well, not many, because I'm different from the rest. Because I have opinions, and I'm talented. No one really likes people who are different, do they? Except for the special ones, of course. The ones who are really worth talking to. But, then again, those kinds of people are impossible to find. 

We played for a while, getting ready for our game with our competiting school, nothing much important. Soon, we all went home as if nothing happened. Still believing that this is the best possible life we have right now. But before I went home, I heard voices.

"You know that girl, Kaitlyn? She's like, soo weird," Alina said.

Then there were giggles and what I assumed were mean comments. Rude, much? Cause, you know, the last time I checked, being normal isn't wearing 2 pounds of make up daily and thinking you can sing when you really, seriously, can't.

Frankly, I was pissed off. I wouldn't mind if I could go up to her right then and there and strangle her to death. It's what she deserved. Anyone ever heard of the anti bullying laws? Seriously. And, the last time I checked, 1+1 doesn't equal 3. But, she wouldn't listen to you if you told her that.