Uhg, social studies. I hate social studies.
“Don’t forget! Tomorrow will be your test on the American Revolution. It counts for half of your grade so I suggest you study hard tonight.”
Mrs. Reynolds said that every time we took a test and I think it was just to motivate us but as you can guess, it never worked. Social Studies was not my best subject if I’m to be honest. No matter how hard I payed attention and studies I always had a C to D average which at least a C was passing. But what I didn’t know was that soon none of it was going to matter.
I finally get through the horrid Monday and take the bus home but instead of going home today, I walked to the Starbucks down the street from my stop to meet my friend, Alana. We met at a summer camp and became the closest of friends but, it turned out we wouldn’t bet going to the same middle school in the fall because she was moving. So, we decided to meet once every two week at Starbucks and catch up on each other’s lives.
I arrive only to find she wasn’t there. I went in and order my usual, a caramel frappuccino, and sat down at a table expecting she was just running a little late. After all she did live twenty minute away from it and had to get a ride. She did turn out to be running late but not because of what I thought and after that afternoon my life was never the same.
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“I’m a what? From where? NO, NO, NO! This isn’t possible. Those things and places are only real in books and movies; not in real life!” I screamed to Alana. This whole conversation started off as a nice pleasant walk in the park enjoying the scenery and my frappuccino, and then, all of a sudden, it took one big turn into fantasy land. Alana had told me that I wasn’t from Earth and that I wasn’t human or at least a normal human which wasn’t possible. I thought she had gone mad; absolutely mad!
“Are you doing drugs? Have you gone mental? You need help. I’m going to call 911 okay? everything will be alright.”
“Look, I know this sounds crazy, but you’ve got to believe me Cora! Your parents are in danger and not your adoptive parents, your real ones. You are the only one who can save them and if you don’t they will die!”
Now I know she’s gone mad because, why in the world would I care about what happens to my parents when they’re the ones who didn’t want me. Who gave me away. Now I’m supposed to want them? I don’t think so. “I think it’s time for me to go and I think you should go see a doctor. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to see you like this.”
“Don’t believe me all you want, but you should know that on your thirteenth birthday you will gain all your powers fully and unless you learn how to embrace and control them you won’t be able to control them and might hurt the people around you. I can train you but only if you want me to and until then, good luck.”
