Blood Type C Positive

Chapter 1

It was dark and spacious in the room I was in. I didn't know why they wanted to catch me, tranquilize me. My family was home, in the house, with them. I know, my family, they will unlock the door for them from the other side. My mom will demand them to take me away. The office room wasn't a good place to hide in, cause that's where all the info is, of me, being, well, special, I guess. I had some sort of blood that was super rare. I had super powers because of it.

I didn't think it ran in my family but apparently it did. Maybe it runs in  everybody's family but not everybody has what I have. I try to contain it all I can. But now they know. They know I have it. I can't hide anymore. It's over. They're going to find me sooner or later. I heard that there was only one person that had it every generation. I learned it in kindergarten and have been told that ever since. Maybe it's not entirely true. Maybe it's just a myth. But, either way, that would be me. Before we go any further, I should probably introduce myself and tell a little bit about myself, too.

My name is Courtnee and I have super powers that no one else has. I have shiny, curly, blond hair that is always back in a ponytail and I like to wear black pants and t-shirt. My eyes are a bright blue with a hint of gray around the pupils. I'm in 9th grade and have good grades in all of my classes. I'm 15 years old and my mom is my least favorite person.

My dad never really judged me as to who I was or what I did. When I ask him a question, he always responded to me with 'yes'. Even if I asked if I absolutely needed to do dishes. But he's still a great dad. I love him... so much. He works from 6 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon, sometimes later. He's gone a lot and on Saturdays, he does bids on his computer. On Sundays, we all go to church from 9 in the morning to noon.

My mom is a freak. My mom shouldn't go to church. She's not righteous enough. She makes me do chores everyday of my life unless I have homework. 'Grades come first' she would always say when I had a "C" or lower in any of my classes. She always took a close look at the grade book. She's way to social with me too. She "needs to have specific details about how school went". Excuse me! You do not need to know that much woman! Usually I just tell her what happened in P.E. and then hurry on upstairs to do ... whatever I do in my room. I don't do a specific thing after school in my room. I just do homework or practice my piano skills. I try to take as long as I can to do homework because then I don't have to do as many chores. She also takes forever to talk on the phone, so if I need to ask her a question, it would take 2 and a half hours to get an answer, from her at least. I get answers quicker if I ask my dad, but I have to make sure I word the question right to get the outcome that I want.

I also have 3 brothers and 2 of my best-est friends in the form of dogs. Every family is different, but this family is very, very different. 2 of the 3 brothers I have are older than me: Hunter and Dakota. Then, I have 1 younger brother: Logan (and we all know how tough it can be to handle those). They are all addicted to video games and they love bugs. I learned to be the same in every way possible. I only like a few books for reading. I love horror stuff. I learned to love loud, blasting music in the car with the windows rolled down and superhero movies. In fact, my favorite superhero is the Flash. But, I have powers, just like the Flash, and they don't. Why couldn't they be the one to have super powers? Why? Why did it have to be me?