Why Me?

Chapter 14

Author's Note: The story is now gonna go from someone else's point of view, just letting you guys know :) On the side is Luke.

Luke:

            It looked kind of small for a high school, but I figured that was just compared to my old school.  The town did seem pretty small.  I wasn’t sure why Miranda, my adoptive mom, had wanted us to move here.  She said her motive for wanting us to move to this small town was so that I could make more friends.  Well, actually, some friends in the first place.  From the orphanage I lived in since I was around six years old, to my new school I had started going to after I got adopted a few years ago, I never made any friends.  To the other kids, I was “that creep”, but I didn’t mind the negativity towards me.  I didn’t like other people, period.  The farther away from me, the better.

            “Have a good day!  And make some friends,” said Miranda as I jumped out of the car.

            “Yeah, sure,” I muttered.  Before she could say anything else, I slammed the car door shut and hurried towards the doors of the school.  It was the first day of my senior year.  I stopped in front of the front doors and pulled out my schedule.  Some kids behind me bumped into me.  

            “Hey, get a move on!”

            “Aren’t there enough new kids here?”

            “What’s with his hair?!”

            I barely processed what everyone was saying and looked down at my schedule.  My first class was in room 218.  I wondered where in the world that was.  I started to make my way through the front doors and walked over to the front office to get a map of the school.  It had seemed rather small from the outside, but with its maze of hallways and buildings, it was actually pretty confusing to a newcomer like me.

            Once I had a map in my hands and had located room 218 on it, I started making my way towards it.  The hallways were almost empty by now.  I fast-walked towards my class, and bumped into a student in the hallway.  If I had a penny for everytime I bumped into someone or someone bumped into me, I would be a millionaire.  Muttering a string of apologies, I moved past the kid.

            My first class was boring, but that was just to be expected. School in general was boring. I was a pretty smart kid, but that was because I didn't have any friends so I focused more on studying. Not that I was a nerd or anything. I was sitting in the back of the room, almost dozing, when I had a sudden flashback.

            I was in the backyard of a familiar looking house. It wasn't our old house though. It was a different house that I didn't remember. In the flashback, I was looking at a younger me. I was maybe six years old and there were two girls playing with me in the backyard. They were both around three or four years old. They were obviously twins, but they were wearing different colored clothes so you could tell them apart. Little me was jumping around and making funny faces and making the twins laugh so hard they fell over backwards.

            The memory ended and I found that I was sitting there smiling like an idiot. I quickly shook my head to clear it and focused on the class. The teacher was handing out assignments for us already. I took the paper and skimmed over it. I had to write an essay. I dropped the paper onto the table and half heartedly took out my notebook. I was still thinking about the random memory. I knew I had had twin sisters when I was small, but they both died when I was young. At least, that was what everyone had told me, but I had never believed them. I felt them somehow. I just knew that they were still alive. I had vowed to find them a few years back but I hadn’t had any luck. Justin and Miranda had told me that they were dead and I shouldn’t waste time trying to find them but I knew they were alive.