Jack's Daughter

School

"Spark! Breakfast!" I groggily opened my eyes, the conversation with my father playing over and over again. I threw on my new, blue sundress and walked downstairs. "Oh! There you are!" Samantha said with a smile. "Took you a while!" Dave joked, I smiled nervously. "Hey, uh... you missin something? Might be awful hard to eat without a hand." Samantha told me. I blushed.

"Ooops." I laughed. Instead of my arm hurting like it had been completely severed, below my writst bend, my arm felt numb. I ran back upstairs and reached under the covers. My hand was laying exactly where I had left it, although it didn't have much of a choice!

I ran back downstairs and to where Samantha was waiting with the thread. She stitched it on and I smiled, flexing my wrist. "Thanks." "No problem! Your dad brought you some gloves, if you want to wear them." She smiled at me. "Okay! Thanks." I smiled wide. I sat down at the tiny kitchen table and tapped my foot, waiting. She finally came back and Dave handed me a plate of food.

She handed me some beautiful black gloves that went almost to my elbows. They were more light grey with white stitching, my father's favorite colors. I slipped them on and they seemed to grip my hand better. "They're magical. Your mother sometimes used them." Samantha said softly. "Oh. Thank you." I said queitly. No one ever wanted to bring up, or talk about, my mother, I never knew why.

I smiled as I moved my wrists, never once did the thread feel like it was going to come undone. I ate quickly and brought my plate to the sink. "Okay, Spark. Let me double check your stitches and give you some thread. And then i'll drop you off." I nodded, rather nervously. "It'll be great!" She smiled at me. We had already put a bit of makeup on my face and stitches.

"I hope so." "It will. And, if anyone asks, you're from another country, your name translated to Spark, or it's a nickname." Dave told me. When they moved to this town, they both adopted more "normal" names. Dave's origional name was Haythorne and Samantha's was Crescent. "Okay. I just wish I didn't have to change my name." I sighed.

"I know, it's hard. They just won't understand." Samantha sighed. By her tone, I knew that was the end of the discussion. I grabbed my bag and my notebook. My backpack was blue with a splattered paint design on it. I put the notebook inside and Samantha slipped a cellphone into my hands. "Just in case you make some new friends!" She smiled at me. I nodded, even though I owned the cellphone, I hardly ever used it.

We hopped into her truck and drove off.

We pulled up to Leaften High and I got out. It was a small, stone building that read "Front Office". I sighed, here goes nothing. I pushed open the glass doors and held it for Samantha.

A woman at the desk looked up at us. She had straight, blonde hair and brown eyes. "Oh! You must be the new student! Now, I think we made a mistake. Is Spark your real name?" I glanced at Samantha.

"Yes." Was all I said. She stared me down for a while. "It's her name." Samantha said, I just shrugged. "Well, a student will arive shortly to show you around." I nodded. "Okay, thank you." She threw me a fake smile and turned back down to her work. "Oh! Mrs. Wolvesvine, the principal would like to talk to you." Samantha snorted. "Well, I shouldn't be nervous." I laughed, the secretary looked at me like I was crazy.

"Because when I was younger, being sent to the principle's office was scary." She smiled. The secretary threw in a fake laugh and went back to her work.

I exchanged a look with Samantha and shrugged. "Hi! I'm here to show someone around!" I jumped and turned around, rattling my bones. I really hoped that wasn't very loud!

A teenage boy was standing behind me, smiling. His autumn hair just brushed his ocean eyes. "Hey! I'm Wess. What's your name?" I smiled.

"Hey, Wess! I'm Spark." I said, he shook my hand, I just hoped my hand didn't fall off! "Okay. So let's go to class." He said with a bright smile. I nodded, my neck creaking awkwardly.