Santa's Daughter (1st bk of Santa Series) (Completed)

Chapter 2 (Edited)

"I'm serious, I think I am Santa Clause's daughter," I said, looking at my best friends. I turned back to my locker and pulled out my books, still unnerved by the dream. I had seen myself when I was younger, and I looked exactly like that girl in his lap.

"Sure, and I am the tooth fairy," my friend, Madison Lansky, said. She snorted and shook her head, making her blonde curls bounce. "He's not real Mary. He's just a myth, like Bigfoot." She raised a blonde eyebrow, giving me a 'don't give me that crap' look. "Don't tell me that you think Bigfoot's real." She groaned, running a hand through her hair. Madison stood at 5'7 and was the shortest of our group misfits, as some teachers called us. She stared at me with her blue eyes, watching my every movement.

"Hey, I understand animals. I can talk to them using telepathy. Talking to them isn't normal, Madison." I raised an eyebrow, shutting my locker, and leaning against it. "Knowing that information, of course I believe in Bigfoot. With Santa Clause..." I bit my lip. "There has to be a reason why I don't know my father or anything like that." I shook my head and turned to look at my other best friend, John Birmingham.

He smiled down at me, not saying anything. John stood at 6'2 and was the tallest amongst us. His black hair fell into his face, and it made me want to push it out of his eyes, so that I could look into his dark brown eyes. However, I kept my cool, knowing that I couldn't do that. We weren't together, even though I had a huge crush on him.

I turned back to look at Madison. "Why do you think I like the colors red and green? And, why is it that I get more Christmas gifts from you-know-who? Also, why does every time someone asked me if I believe in Santa Clause, I reply with 'I don't know'?"

"That's simple," Madison replied, using a 'duh' tone. "It's because you are you and only you. You are a Christmas baby, actually born on Christmas. That is why you get more presents from your mother. Santa Clause doesn't exist."

I shook my head, knowing that it was useless to argue with her. Once Madison comes up with something, then she will follow it until the end of her life. I turned to look at my other best friend, hoping that he can help me with this issue. "What do you think John, am I you-know-who's daughter?" I was begging silently for him to agree with me, but all I got from him was a smile and a shrug. Figures, I thought, knowing that he wouldn't say anything when Madison and I were fighting, or loudly discussing things.

"I still don't think you're his daughter. I'm sure that you were just hatched from an egg."

I shook my head, knowing that it was useless for her to change her mind. I glanced behind us and saw Mr. Flanskey, our teacher, looking at us, over his thick, rimmed glasses. I was pretty sure that he was mostly looking at me, and that made my cheeks go a little red. "Umm... guys, I think Mr. Flanskey knows what we're talking about," I muttered, gazing at my paddock boots, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Don't tell me you think that he is an elf," Madison groaned, walking towards his classroom. We followed her, and my mouth was open to comment on that. "Morning, Mr. Flanskey." She waved to him, not letting me comment.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman," he said, smiling. Mr. Flanskey was short for his age, maybe five feet. He had short brown hair that stuck up in the back of his head. His brown eyes seemed to follow people, and it sometimes made people nervous. His voice was a little on the high note, as if he hadn't hit puberty yet.

I walked in, not looking at him and sat down at my desk, that was between Madison and John. I pulled out my homework, knowing that it would be the first thing that we needed to turn in.