Collision Course

Chapter One

Hola, Amigos!

Bonjour, Amis!

Γεια σου, φίλε!

Hello, Friend.

Je suis Tira, un riche gâté, haï, snob.

Soy Tira, un rico malcriado, odiado, snob.

Είμαι Tira, ένα κακομαθημένο πλούσιο, μισούσε, σνομπ.

I am Tira, a spoiled rich, hated, snob.

Yeah.... I don't really think your my friend any more, after that.

I speak fluent greek, french, english, and Spanish. Plus, I'm dyslexic. Just kidding. No, no disorders here. Yet i'm at a school for kids with them.

Yeah, I meant what I said when I said I was hated and a snob. I'm also an attention hog.

But mostly because everyone is so nice. They're too nice to tell me to go away! but I can they'll they don't like me from the whispers behind my back and their pained expressions when I get near. But no one, even me, bullies anyone else. So we're a remotely happy bunch.

Anyways, back to what I was saying. I'm an attention hog, because of my parents. Too much negative energy there. Well, they're actually my step parents. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing we aren't related.

They are rich, and spoil me, but I get this feeling they don't like me that much at all.

And all the kids at school think I'm a snob because I complain about them. But I don't tell the kids the full truth. It's better to be thought of as a snob than to tell, be pitied, and have a police officer move you to a foster home.

I smiled. At least I know one person who like me. Cole, the golden haired, green eyed, drop dead handsome hottie, who is my only friend. I think (hope) he is, he's kind and appears to be my friend.

I haven't had a friend since I was three. He was a little boy, my age, with crutches. He didn't seem to need them all the time, and he let me play with them too. He had a curly afro of hair, and he always wore this orange shirt. But I can't seem to remember what it said. It seems blurred in my memory now, like those faces that can't be shown on tv. Like someone's hiding it from my view. I can't even remember the boys name.

But, now Cole was my friend. He convicted me to take up track and field, karate, archery, fencing, and darts- all which I enjoy, and love doing, especially with him.

He was so easy going and care free, but very cautious and mature. Unlike everyone else at my school. It was really too bad he didn't go there with me.

School. The same place I'm headed right now. **sigh**

It really wasn't that bad, but I already knew just about all of it. No- I did know everything they taught there. I even knew more languages than the teachers combined. Yeah.... It's what you do when your a geek with no life or friends or family members you like.

Except Cole. I will always come back to that. I rely on him to get through life. And no, I DO NOT have a crush on him.

He's even started being in the dreams I've always had dreams about my parents... even though I barely know what they look like.

All I can see in the dreams were their smiles, a bright light, and this happy feeling I get thinking about them. They loved me.

But for some reason, Coles now there. It's always him, trying to get me to go faster. We always running somewhere, and then he'll say, 'we're almost there', then every thing in the dream would go black and I'd wake up in a castle. It was beautiful- yet empty. It had huge arch ways, and I just loved the architecture. But, something about it felt mystical and right. I've basically mesmerized my way around.