You Would Never Know

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Andressa

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Do I always have bad luck? Is that it? Is that why I always have to be shy, quiet and good mannered? Maybe that's why am always known as a loser at school.

Maybe that's why Tracy Hudson teases me at school. Well, she teases everyone who isn't her popular type or rich. But it's not like it's my fault I am always clumsy and I can't do black flips and all that cheerleading crap. And it's not my fault that I'm poor and it's not my fault that I can't afford to buy designer clothes.

But the truth is...I don't care what people think of me. I don't care if they make fun of my old clothes. I don't even care if I am brunette and that I am poor. All I care about is to become a doctor. That's what mom always wanted me to be and I want to save people's life, making mom happy even though she's in heaven, I can always feel her beside me, supporting me and loving me...

The ear piercing sound of the bell interrupted my thoughts as everybody began shuffling their books in their bags and walk outside class. I sighed in relief, thanking god that Chemistry was over. I always find Chemistry confusing but I still got straight A's in it. I sometimes even wish to have more than three

Chemistry lessons in a week but...Mr. Jovi gives me the chills. I always catch him staring at me in a...weird kind scary way but I always push that feeling away and listen to what he says.

"Did you understand this lesson Miss Blake?" Mr. Jovi asked from his desk in front of me.

I slowly got up, not meeting his eyes and nodded.

"Good. Remember, if you need any help with anything just ask, okay?" His voice became low all of sudden, making another cold chill run through my spine. I nodded again, picked my bag up and walked out of the classroom, sighing in relief that I wasn't in the same room as him. His voice always changes when

I'm left alone in the class with him. It freaks the hell out off me. The first couple of months that I was here I would always smile at him and I would always participate in class with him but...he just...changed a guess. And it just...scares me. I slowly walked out of the school, careful not to bump into one of the cheerleaders or the jocks. I ran to my bike, covering my head as the rain poured down. I quickly hopped onto my bag and rode out of school property, hoping that my dress won't be soaked as I arrive home. But with my luck? I doubt that my wish will become true.

"Dad?!" I called as I ran into the house, my blue dress, sticking to every curve of my body as the water drip dropped onto the floor. I could hear the rain, splattering on the house roof with anger. "I'm home!" I said as I walked into the kitchen, looking into my bag for my phone to charge.

"Hi honey." Dad's voice made me jump in fright. I took a deep breath to calm my fast heart before I looked up.

"Did..." My voice faded away as I noticed two other men sitting with dad at the small dinning table. One of the men looked around thirty six while the other was

younger around twenty one. They looked like they were family, they both had black midnight hair and same features but instead of having dark, almost black eyes like his father, he had mesmerizing green eyes. I looked at dad in confusion and realized how nervous he was.

"Elektra, can I speak to you for a minute in the living room?" He asked as he got up, holding my arm. I slowly nodded and walked with him to living room. I had a feeling that just said.