Love Deprived

Chapter 10

Wysteria's P.O.V

I hate summer.

I hate summer.

I hate summer.

This is the thought that keeps going through my head every day of summer. I have the same routine every freaking day. Wake up, don't eat till noon, watch tv, pin stuff on pinterest, read on Wattpad, and sometimes text friends. Then when my mom gets home at one, we watch tv together while she crafts, and if she has to go to her other job, then I'm by myself until anywhere from 7 to 10.

If I'm lucky, one of my friends will invite me over to do something. Kristen and I haven't talked for basically the whole summer, which is pretty sad considering we are really good friends. Trina is trying to get me to hang out with her too. I have to turn her down though because I'm either running errands or I'm by myself or I'm sick, which has been the excuse for awhile. I've had a really bad cough for over a month. Bluebell has had a pretty busy summer compared to me, but she hates doing the things she does.

Like Bluebell mentioned earlier, I'm part vampire. It doesn't feel like it though. I don't have a wanting for blood when I see it. I'm just not grossed out about it. I also haven't drank blood in a very long time, so that could have something to do with it. I'm not just vampire though. I'm part caster, fairy, and also part demigod. Yes, you heard me, demigod. You think all that Percy Jackson stuff is fake? Wrong. I'm a child of Athena. Oh and the monsters? Yeah those are real too. As for the other parts of me, well, explaining a caster is just too confusing, and the fairy thing will just be weird, so we will just leave it at that. I will say that all the books on this stuff? Yeah those are written about people like us. Griffin and Kendrick have most of the same powers as us, with a few differences.

We don't really like to tell people about this stuff because, well, let's just say it doesn't go well. I've only told a few people that I have confidence in the fact that they won't tell anyone else. It's bad enough that we are paranormal, we don't also want to be considered the losers and/or the crazy people at our school. The only reason I told the people I told about us is because they either got mad at me for not telling them something, or I got caught being a paranormal.

The people I have told have freaked out on me at first, then didn't believe me, then accepted the fact I was paranormal. Those are basically the stages, first is denial, then over excitedness or major freaking out, then disbelief, and finally acceptance. You know how I said I knew Kendrick liked me because of the signs he was giving me? Yeah well there's more to that. Being paranormal for most people also means that you can talk to each other mentally. Long story short, Kendrick has told me he likes me.

Bluebell has hardly told anyone about it, because when she does tell, usually that person leaves her life. That's why it's hard for her to trust people. God knows how long it took for her to trust me. I had to show her that I was paranormal before she could even become friends with me. After me it was a little easier to talk to people. Then again I was the same way. We both still are, at least a little bit. My friends say that I get defensive when guys flirt with me. Well, there's a few reasons behind that, one of them being that I have had a lot of crappy men in my life. Another is the fact that Kendrick and I are soul mates, like Bluebell and Griffin. No one really believes us when we say it, which is fine by us. We honestly don't expect anyone to believe us, but it is nice when someone does.

My mom knows nothing of this, because if I told her, I'm pretty sure I would be put in an asylum, which is not a place I wanna be. And anytime I think of telling her, I think of what would happen, and I immediately stop myself. Really the only things that distract myself from the horrible reality of paranormality are music, books, writing, and my friends.

I just wish I could be a normal teenager. I know a lot of rich, prissy, bratty kids say that, but number one: I'm not rich. Number two: I'm not prissy and bratty. And number three: they don't know what they're talking about. We have the hardest life, and that includes being homeless, which is something that I have been before. It's not fun.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you do not want to be paranormal in any way. It sucks, like majorly sucks. You are constantly trying to get away from evil, along with the everyday evils that everyone else faces. You have to watch your back everywhere you go, and you can't go anywhere without knowing that something's watching you.

Normal kids are so lucky.

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