*Chapter 1*
Hi, I'm Skylar. Skylar Grace Adams to be exact. And I like to think of my self as a normal teenager, but, unfortunately, I'm totally opposite of that. Some say I'm emo, and others just accept me for who I am, just like my best friend, Jada. She's not only my best friend, but she's my soul mate. We do everything together. Sure, we're not perfect, but who cares?
Today I went to school and talked to, him, the perfect, most beautiful boy in school, Jackson. He's that one typical dream boy that almost every single high school has. He has dark brown hair that over looks his eyes, and has a little swoop to the right. HIs eyes stair into your soul like magic, and his abs... Don't even get me started on his abs.
Anyways, something very interesting happened to me today in school. When Jada and I went to the bathroom to fix our hair, there was a sharp pain in my eyes. Jada said "dude, your eyes!" I looked into the mirror and then I noticed that they changed to a Reddish-Brown color, this was the first time this happened to me, and I didn't know what to do. Thoughts were going through my mind like crazy... Thoughts like "What just happened?" and "Am I going insane?" I decided to brush it off my shoulders and convince my self that I'm seeing things.
I went back to Science class, which we were dissecting squirrels, and that's when things started to get really weird. I was getting these visions, of me, eating a squirrel. I gasped really loudly, loud enough to get the whole classes attention.
Everyone looked at my like I was a freak, but Jackson looked at my with symphony. Then they started laughing and pointing at me. That's it, I was done. I stormed out of the classroom to the schools psychologist. I told her what happened, and she started to sketch something. She drew my vision. Perfectly, every line was on point and all the details were there, even the blood and the eye popping out of the squirrel. I was pretty much astonished. I asked the psychologist if I could keep the drawing. She said "no, but I can make a copy of it, I need to keep records of my patients." It was then, I got really angry. I didn't want some creepy old lady filing my problems. I gave her a death glare, looked straight in her eyes and said "GIVE ME THE PAPER." She then handed me the paper, showing no signs of hesitation. My jaw dropped, my eyes widened and I took a deep breath. I didn't know what was happening to me. All I did there, was crumble up the paper and shove it into my black backpack.
I went back to class, but it was already time to leave. I walked to the bus alone, even Jada wasn't hanging out with me. I just rolled my eyes and rushed to the back of the bus, where every single 11th grader was. I tried talking to them but most of them gave me a weird look and went back to their conversations. Then I just sat in the corner of the seat, looking out the window and listening to music.
It was finally my stop. Most of the people were already gone, except Jackson, and 2 12th graders kissing in the seat next to me (All the way in the back). Jackson was in the 7th seat and when I passed him, he pulled me down in the seat to sit next to him. I was too shocked to even think that it was my stop, I was just amazed that THE Jackson Andrew just noticed me. I said "yes?" trying to act not as excited as I really was. He said "I know what happened to you in class." "I doubt it" I said. He responded with "I do, you had a vision, you were eating the dead corpse of a squirrel, and that's when you gasped." I started to say "how do you kn-" And then we heard "BOOM" on the top of the bus. I tried looking through the bus window, but I couldn't see. Then Jackson yelled to the bus driver "GO! NOW!" I tried to ask him what just happened but he just told me to be quiet. I did as told.
We reached Jackson's house, and boy, it was a beautiful house. I called my mom to tell her that I was studying for a test with some random kid. We all know that's a lie. Jackson brought me to his front porch, where there was beautiful furniture and a hanging chair. He sat down in the hanging chair and I did too. I asked "how did you know."
His response was "your special... your the first one."
