Sarah has a normal life like any other. Love stories about the craziest heroes. Library full of books like Belle. She might be normal, but she's very different from everyone else. People tell you your one of a kind and very special. She just might e...
"Sarah! Please pay attenion to the lesson today!" I don't like her at all. Mrs. Parker is supposed to be an art teacher not Miss. Trunchbull from Matilda. I miss Mrs. Baliey at the begining of the year. She was due to preganacy so she left. They couldn't find a better art teacher. Substitute.
"Now, class, today you will paint something very dear to you and incorporate a quote in the painting. This may be easy for some of you and to others hard. Stay in your space and keep to yourself! Got it worms!?" She looked around the room and went back to her desk.
I put my phone in my pocket and turned my music up loud. Can't hear no one and I feel like I have my life back with everyone else.
A blank white canvas and a paint brush. I started to feel the same way I used to feel when my mother was around. I draw big letters and everything is still white.
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My mother believed in something called Hope. I never really understanded it, even when I was a little girl.
I signed it with my signiture and left the room once the bell runged. That was my last period. Heading home is happiness. That boy was still sitting in that place. Looks like he didn't go back to his classes. His name is Ray Love. He's adorable and cute. I remember drawing a picture of him before.
He was asleep when I got near him. He sure didn't look like a guy who is like Jay L. and his goones. I stared at him. I kneeled down to is face and touched his cheeck. So chubby and cute. I touched his hair. Curly dirty blonde hair. Soft. I felt warm inside like we were meant to be together forever. I grew closer to him, I moved in closer and something glowed.
My bracelet glowed. What the--heck. He had a one too. It was black and white. He started to wake up and I hurried to my feet. I ran all the way home. I opened the door and slammed it shut, he ran down stairs and looked at me.
"What's wrong with you Sarah?Is everything okay?" I didn't say a word, I hugged him tightly. I cried wishing my mother was here to help and tell me what's happening to me. I'm normal and I could never anyhing like comics I read on people becoming super heroes.
I go in my room and draw everything that happened with glowing bracelet. I show him and his eyes widen. What's wrong with him? He left the room in a hurry. 5 minutes later he's back with this art book. One of mom's. He sat back down near my desk and flip to a marked page. It showed me and another person. Our bracelets glowed as we grew closer to each other.
She had a quote at the bottom of the page.
You have great power. Your a special girl. One of kind. You have to embrace HOPE, I'm happy you found it.
Maybe that's true. Maybe I'm not normal as I seemed to be. I tried my hardest to be normal and not believing the things my mother told me as a child. What she really was, was full blown mystery. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't human or really normal. I loved her so much and missed her.
I looked at him and he looked at me back. "What do you think it means Sarah?"
I was just about to find out what my mom really had instored for my not-so-normal life.
