Discovery

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[[The date was October 10th, and Sara Margaret Opal had just turned 16 years old. ]]

I sat outside on the porch of my house, barely able to contain my excitement. Today was my 16th birthday! I couldn't believe it was happening, 16 years old? It seemed like just yesterday I was 5 years old and starting Kindergarten. But no, that was many years ago. Standing up, I headed to my room to collect my things for school. Ugh, school. I didn't particularly like school, but good grades weren't all too bad! Shoving my Social Studies, Spanish, lunch and IPad into my worn out backpack, I walked into the kitchen. "Dad, I'm ready!" I shouted when I didn't see him standing by the table. "Coming!" He called from the basement, and moments later, he bounded up the stairs and poked his head in, "Let's go then!"

He dropped me off at Oakland High School 10 minutes later. I called a goodbye as he left, and pushed through the expanse of doors in the direction of the second floor staircase. After putting all my things in their appropriate places, I grabbed what I needed for my first hour and hurried back downstairs towards the Strings room. I played the violin. I wasn't particularly good at it, but I was determined to do better and stuck to it since 5th grade. I sat next to a kid named John. He was nice, but I didn't know him much. When the class finally ended, my fingers were sore from plucking.

The day wore on, and finally my favorite class came; lunch. I quick snatched my lunch box from my locker and rushed down the stairs towards the Cafeteria. I sat at a table near the windows with a few of my close friends; Zoé Quinn, Molly Scott, Jordyn Rivers, Leah McTaggert, Astrid Tannenbalum, and Sonni Garcia. They gossiped mostly, and then a certain comment snagged my attention. "What are you doing for your birthday?" It was Zoé. Then I realized that I didn't really have any plans. "I don't know really, I guess I just figured I'd hang out with my family or something." Zoé and her other friends eyes lit up. "We should have a party!" Astrid chimed in. They all nodded their heads in agreement and looked at me hopefully. "Aww, come on Sara, please?!" Sonni begged, and finally I gave in. "All right, but where?" She asked, to which Zoé chuckled and said, "Just leave it to me."

That night I met up with Zoé at the corner of my street, and we headed in the direction of her house. "Trust me, Sara, you'll love this party. I invited practically half the school!" Hurray! I thought as we hurried the next 5 blocks to Zoé's house. It was fairly large ranch home, and even had a small pool in the backyard. As I stepped in through the front door everyone inside turned around and yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA!!" I blushed and quietly whispered a thank you. I sat at the table in the kitchen most of the party, not really wanting all those people there. I barely knew most of them! And those I did know we're off partying and gossiping with others. I sighed, just as Astrid came bounding over. "Sara! Sara!" She squeaked, as she plopped herself down on the chair next to me. "Sara, I just heard from Jacob that he was told by John that Nash is coming!!" Her bright blue eyes searched my face, but all I could do was drop my jaw. "Nash. Here?! What?!" Nash Howard Stephen Jennings, wow was he a dreamboat! I'd known him since he came to Oakland Elementary School back in the 4th grade. He was always popular, a good athlete, and a cool guy. He loved to goof off around me and joke around, and his sense of humor was immense. He was extremely tall, but not skinny in any way, he was at least 5'6, 5'7 and had abs galore! What would I do when he got here?

Nash arrived not 15 minutes later, clad in dark blue jeans and a sky blue hoodie, his dark hair sweeping across his forehead. (Some would call that the bowl hair cut, or the Bieber cut.) I couldn't help myself from blushing and grabbed hold of Astrid's arm, and whispered into her ear, "What should I do?" To which she replied, "Go up to him!"

"No way!"

"Just do it!" She urged me.

I contemplated walking up to him, but I was not that confident in myself! What if I made a fool of myself? Then I don't know what I'd do! I told Astrid I couldn't, but she still didn't doubt my ability to go up to him, and decided she'd go do it herself. Terrified, I sprang away and hid myself away in the bathroom, locking the door after myself, not wanting anybody to see me. I sat down on the bathroom floor for a while, hugging my knees when a knock rang from the door, and a voice followed it, one I knew well. "Sara? You in there?" It was Nash, and at that moment I was surprised I didn't shit my pants. Slowly, I picked myself off the ground, unlocked the door, and opened it. I peered up into the hazel green eyes of Nash, and looked back into mine, almost making me pass out. "H-hi Nash." I stuttered. 'I didn't stutter! Get a hold of yourself!' I thought. He smiled at me, melting my insides to nothing more than slush. "Hey Sara, Astrid mentioned I might find you in here?" A smile cracked then from my weary face. "Yeah.." I didn't know what to say, but Nash said it before I could even think of it, "Do you want to dance?"

I scurried out into the cleared living room, where a hired DJ was playing a loud Skrillex song. I planted myself next to Nash among the many other people dancing, and tried my best to do what amounted for as 'Dancing'. We did this for a while until finally Nash yelled over the Nirvana song currently playing, "Want to go on a walk?" I nodded vigorously before stepping out of the crowd and heading towards the front door. Nash followed close behind, but before we could reach the door Irvine stepped out from the crowd in front of me. "Aww, did little Sara finally get a boyfriend?" He taunted with a crude smile on his ugly face. I hated Irvine. He constantly tormented me, for what reason I did not know. He looked behind me towards Nash and that smile grew even wider. "Aww come on Sara, why don't you dance with me? Why don't you go on walks with me? I'm more than half the man this oversized troll will ever be!" I shook my head and tried to pass by, but Irvine wouldn't let me go, not yet. Nash came up from behind me and pushed me aside. I instantly regretted ever leaving that bathroom. "Why don't you go pick on someone else Irvine? What did Sara ever do to you?" He demanded, but Irvine wouldn't give up. He just huffed and stood his ground. Nash shoved Irvine against the door and growled into his face, "Move, now." He'd had enough of Irvine's childish games. At that moment the crowd turned around and peered at the scene at hand. Finally, finally Irvine gave up and waddled away. I glanced at the crowd, then at Nash and got really embarrassed. His eyes darted between me and the door, trying to provide an escape, but I was glued to the spot. And then, seconds later to make matters worse Irvine slipped behind Nash, holding a baseball bat in hand, and whacked in between the should blades.

Nash instantly fell to the ground, surprised from the attack, and I rushed to him, out of the trance like state I had been in moments earlier. A lump was already appearing when I lifted his hoodie and t-shirt. I was nervous, and spoke to him quietly, "Nash? Nash, are you okay?" I shook his shoulder, and his eyes fluttered open. I smiled, and gently lifted him to his feet, and then turned on Irvine who was standing a few feet back. "What the hell are you doing? You could've really hurt him!" I yelled in his face, not harsh enough, but still enough to get the message to him that I was pissed and not in the mood at all for his games. So instead, he grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me away, but I was not giving up without a fight. I tried to push away from him with my free hand, tried and tried, but by that time he'd dragged me half way across the large living room. I finally got a good grip on his left forearm, and concentrated hard on pushing him away, but instead he let out a blood curtling scream.

He finally let go of me then, and I fell sideways to the ground, luckily I was already crouched down when he let go. I got back up then, and my hate filled eyes bored at him, and that's when I noticed the look of terror on his ugly face. I looked at the spot where I'd gripped his forearm, and noticed a burn mark. Burn mark? Where had that come from? The question floated around in my mind a few seconds, but then my rage returned, and I screamed at him. "You know what Irvine, I've had enough of your stupid shit. I hope you've learned know that I'm not the one you should be picking on, and Leave. Me. Alone." I glanced around to the crowd, and saw their stares, terrified stares. Then at Nash, his expression the same. I raised my arms in defeat, and yelled out, "What the hell are you all staring at!" That's when I noticed the flames licking up and down my arms, their orange tongues spreading. I was shocked. My arms were on fire and it didn't even hurt! Panicked, I ran out the front door, pushing Nash aside. I would never forget that night, ever.

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