The Freak

Why?

Chapter 1

Why?

  That's the one question we all eventually ask ourselves. But currently I was asking myself why the hell I was being forced to move half way across the country to a secluded town just on the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. But the sad thing was, I knew why. I had a gift, or that's what most people would call it. But not me. I think of it more as a curse. I'd been moved around the country so many times I can't even remember what state I was in when I started Kindergarden. And i'd been tested more than a labrat. But this was just the way it had to be. I couldn't risk anyone finding out about me, or what I could do.

  Both of my parents passed away when I was little, but i never knew why. So for the majority of my life I've lived with my aunt and uncle (only when my aunt didn't try to put me in foster care). My uncle was the only real parent figure i had, given the fact that my aunt was an evil old shrew with beady eyes and pursed lips. My uncle had kind eyes and a bright smile. And i guess you're wondering why i said "had". That's because my uncle passed away about three months ago. This took a great toll on me given that my uncle was the only person keeping my aunt from horribly mistreating me. When my aunt got word of the car accident that killed him, she turned to me and said, "Now you shall be properly diciplinned." Since his passing we have moved twice, and i have been locked in a closet over sixteen times. Sometimes i was forced to spend the night in it. The grief and rage i felt towards my aunt was not helpful when i was supposed to be trying harder to keep my powers hidden.

The only type of freedom i ever got was when i was able to go to school. And i was only able to do that because i was no longer allowed to be homeschooled because i was not passing the tests i was given. So it was decided that my aunt was not a suitable teacher and that i was to be put in the public school system. But even then i was called things such as "freak." And it's not like i stayed at one school for long. As soon i started to get comfortable and started to learn my way around, we had to move. But things were different this time. Sierra Grove had a tiny population of 3,120. Now 3,122. This town also had woods in almost everyone's backyard. To most, this town was like a prision, but my aunt thought of it as paradise. My aunt considered this a win-win because the tree's surrounding our new house would provide more camoflauge and the small population would provide a lesser chance of someone finding out about my "gift". So this move would probably have more of a permenant stay than the others. And for once in a long time i felt something that i hadn't felt in a while. This feeling was hope. Hope of a new beginnig. Hope of being able to finally live my life as an average teenager. But there was just one problem. I wasn't just an average teenager. I was Nikki Mithelswaite, the freak.