The Prophecy

Prologue



Andrew's POV

Imagine the brightest highschool genius around you turned into a model.
Add a heap of sarcasm.
And the type of person who does shit load of pranks from burning laboratory to drawing a dick on the sleeping teacher's head.
Did I tell you about her brain? She had exchanged hers with Satan.
Well, to say the least he was impressed.
What do you get?
My baby sister!

"I'm Amelia, your new history, art and science tutor." the young women smiled at the 17-year old. I really hope she stays because, Ellie, my sister had already scared and shooed away nine tutors. Last time she had dropped a fucking lizard in the guy's shirt and he had jumped around like his life depended on it. Plus, she was rude.

When I say rude, I mean that her sarcastic comments make the teachers go crazy. They give me the 'Why-aren't-you-scolding-her?' look.
Others favour her because of her wealth. She is the least perky person I know and a certified nerd.
And believe me, nerds can pull out the best pranks.

Unlike other rich kids at her school, she was not into fashion and would rather read books eat ice-cream like her life depended on it.

Ellie gave a blinding smile and made a face that could be called innocent but under it is a mischievous girl and believe me when I say that she can make you strip and run naked in the streets.

While on the other hand Amelia had a weird look in her eyes and although she was drop-dead gorgeous I was not drawn to her in that way, which was weird because I had a record of banging every famous super model. I just didn't understand people who thought abiding by the rules will make things right.

Rules cage us. They put restrictions on aur abilities.

I felt more protective everytime I glanced at her.

Leaving them alone to talk I walked towards my baby, Ashton Martin. I drove to George's house and entered the living room only to see my two best friends sprawled on the sofa. Angelina was lying horizontally on the sofa, reading a book with her head on George's lap. George grinned looking at something and then shoved it in Angelina's face. With the voices coming out of the phone, I knew it was porn.

The blonde cursed loudly and started beating the hell out of George with her book.
"Andrew! Stop laughing you motherfucker! Help me or else she'll kill me!" he shrieked loudly and I started laughing even louder.
They were the sole reason I was not yet in streets killing people with AK-47.

After all the 'you-disturb-me-while-I'm-reading-a-book-you-go-to-hell' show Angelina walked over to me lifted her fingers to trace my dark circles.
"George, give me my money, I told you he'll be having raccoon eyes again." she said laughing but her eyes were narrowing at me in concern.

"I thought you guys loved me and here you are betting over my dark circles." I pouted and wiped a fake tear.
Angelina smacked my head and scolded for me working all night.
"Hey! That's how you get rich excluding my exceptionally charismatic looks" Angelina and George snorted in return.

"By the way, what about clubbing on friday? You've been working your ass out these weeks and by clubbing I don't mean switching the 'man-whore' mode on. I just want you to have fun, at this rate you'll turn into a zombie next week. A sex-crazed zombie." George said and at that time, I knew I had 'the best' best friends on earth.

Little did I know these bitches will ditch and my life would turn into a beautiful disaster.



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Yeah, it's me the suck-y author.
And the lazy feel after exams and school *cringes* is getting to me.

A question for y'all-
Which super power would you like to have?