Never be Ordinary

Chapter 1: Me and my secrets

I'm an ordinary boy from Florida who never gets tired of boredom. Everyone must do something so they don't have to face it. People tell me they have an empty feeling inside them when they get bored. I don't ever feel anything when I'm busy or not. I'm plain and nothing fun or strange happens here. At least not until my best friend and sister went missing. Out of nowhere they were gone. My neighbor lost her son, he went missing. My cousin went missing yesterday, my enemy's sister went missing a year ago with my sister. I'm 16-year-old Miles Smith. My story was normal, until one day it wasn't. See it all started when I was woken up to screaming and yelling from outside. I got up from my bed and looked out my window. Our new neighbors have a teen daughter around my age. It looks like her boyfriend and her are yelling at each other. I didn't know what I was thinking but I quietly ran out my front door and over to them. He slaps her, and I ran up to her. She fell to her knees and held her cheek.

"Hey, what's going on man, you hit her." I said while picking her up from the road.

"None of your business, why don't you get your little ass back to your race car bed and sleep." He said and pushed me. I pushed him back and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. I looked at him and then behind me. There she was, on fire. He ran away and she burned out and fell to the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked pulling her up.

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks." She said brushing herself off.

"Y-You were on fire. You have powers too?" I asked. I remember moving things with my mind in my bedroom before my mom came in one day.

"You can go on fire too?" she asked stepping into the light. I can see bruises on her jaw, cheeks, and forehead. She has a black eye. Her hair is messed up and her makeup too.

"N-No I can control things with my mind." I said. She nodded and moved her hair behind her ears.

"Did he do this to you?" I asked softly grazing the bruises on her cheek and her black eye.

"Y-Yeah. He's not as nice as he looks. I'm glad he's going back to Mississippi tonight. That's what we we're arguing about." She said looking at her phone. She sighs deeply and wipes her eyes. I notice tears forming.

"Why don't you go in and tell your parents? Tell someone other than me?" I asked her as I wiped the tears from her cheeks carefully.

"Cause they were right. They said they think he's bad for everyone and I didn't listen. I'm not going home tonight. I can crash at a friend's house." She said about to call someone. I nicely took her phone and hanged it up.

"Come with me. It's just me and my grandparents. They won't mind." She nodded and grabbed her bag from her car.

We quietly made our way into the house and upstairs.

"Ok, so I think I might have a spare room follow me." I whispered, silently making our way down the long hallway. She stopped at a half-opened door and goes in.

"Hey, don't go in-" I stopped. "-there." I finished looking around the room.

"You have a sister?" she asked looking from the pink walls to me.

"I did; she has been missing since last year. We haven't found her. She was only 7-years-old." I said sighing deeply. She turned to me, I see tears forming her eyes.

"You lost a sister too?" she asked looking at me while tears fall down her cheeks.

"You had a sister?" she nodded.

"What happened to yours?" I asked hugging her. She was stiff for a second than she hugged me back.

"She was murdered two years ago. She was 6-years-old." She said wiping her eyes. I grabbed her bag, she followed over to the bed. I let her get ready as I was waiting outside the door.