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Chapter 1

" Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
- Buddha
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BEEP.... BEEP.... BEEP!!!!!!
Ugh! Another day of school. Another day of having to pretend and hide. I hate having to pretend to be popular and to hide the fact that I'm not what they think I am. My parents told me when I was like 9 that I was special. That I was, and still am the daughter of the prince of hell. Ya, as in the devil and his demon minions. People call the king of hell things like Satan and the Devil but only one religion/culture really got his name right and those were the Greeks. They also got the stories concerning him right.
That's right, my grandparents are Hades and Persimmons. But how I happened? Well that's easy. Persimmons wanted a child, like most women, and since she had come to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to have that child with someone she loved, she settled with Hades. 9 months later, Prince Damien of the Underworld was born.
And that prince just so happens to be my father. Apparently my mom and he went to college together and that they actually used to date. My mom tells me that one night they were drunk and did a few things that they would regret later on in life.
So that's how I came to be. And everyday since then I continued my life as normal, surprisingly. I didn't think anything of it. I was popular, had lots of friends, got good grades, and played basketball and softball.
Then in my freshmen year of high school, which was last year, something strange happened that changed everything.
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It was a normal day for me. I woke up at 5:30, took a shower, and got ready for school. Just a normal day. It was perfect. And then after school, while I was walking home, the strangest thing happened. I don't know what but it was really weird.
I had 2 blocks left until I was home. Then all of a sudden I'm crouched on the ground in pain hearing people's screams and death cries. When it was over I realized that I was lying in the ground, screaming. I then got up and rushed home.
When I got home I told my mom about it. That's when she explained that I have special "abilities" and that they were starting to develop. I then told her that I wasn't feeling good and needed to lay down and take a nap.
Later on, I had more of the flashes but I learned to control them. But every time I touch someone without realizing it or someone touches me unexpectedly or I have an overload on emotion, then I have a flash. And every time I tell my mom. The one thing I never told her, though, was that deep down inside I liked the flashes.
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Anyways that was a quick description of me and my special abilities. Now for intros. I'm Tasha. I'm 16 and live in St. Paul, Minnesota. It's the year 2020 and ya Apple has developed the iPhone 10. It's quite amazing.
You must be a little freaked out about my "powers" but really they aren't really scary. Honestly they aren't really scary. I just ignore them. The only time I really have to worry about them is when someone touches me when I don't expect it. Other than that my life's ok. The only hard part is keeping my deepest, darkest secret from the people I care about that have no about it.
I can't tell my "step" dad, friends, or boyfriend. And I love them all so much and I don't like to keep secrets from them. But my mom says it's important to keep it a secret, especially from them.
I have 2 best friends. I know I said I have a lot of friends but only 2 of them qualify for the position of my best friend. We've known each other since kindergarten. We do everything together. They are just so awesome. Oh, ya, their names are Emily and Brooklyn.
Then my boyfriend. He's like totally hot. He's the hottest guy in school. And he chose to go out with me!!!!! Out of all the girls In School He Chose ME!!!!! ME!!!! AHHHHH!!!!
Ok... girly moment..... sorry had to get that off my chest. Whew. Anyways his name is John (isn't that a cute name!) he has milk chocolate brown hair and aquamarine blue eyes. He's also like 3" taller then me and I'm like 5' 9"! We haven't had our first kiss yet though cause if we did then I would feel his pain and suffering cause of the overload of emotion. And I'd rather not feel my boyfriend's pain. Cause what if I'm the cause of it?! I hope not.
Then there's my "step" dad. I love him soo much. I don't know what'd I'd do without him in my life. Seriously!! He doesn't make my world go round but he does make my life worth living. You always have that one person who makes you feel that way about life. That person for me is my stepdad.
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BEEP.... BEEP... BEEP!!!!
SLAM!!!
"Shut up stupid clock!"
"TASHA!!!!" My mom yells, "TIME TO GET UP!!!!"
"OK MOM!!" I yell back. "Ugh! Someone please kill me now."
"TASHA!!! TASHA!!!!"
Oh no my 2 annoying twin siblings Jane and Jake. They take the meaning of "menace" to a whole new level. Literally!
"Tasha!" Cries Jane.
"Whaaaat?" I whine in reply.
"Jake won't let me get ready for school!!!" Jane complains.
"Nu uh not true she's not letting ME get ready for school!" Jake argues.
"Oh you little monsters! Why don't you go bug mom and dad for once!" I scream in annoyance.
They then go running screeching like banshees for mom.
"Well I'm awake. Might as well get up." I mutter to myself.
I then head into the shower.
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When I come downstairs I quickly give my mom and dad a kiss and get my breakfast.
"Hey, mom, dad?" I ask hesitantly.
"Ya," they say simultaneously.
"I was wondering if I could hang put at Emily's today after school." I say with more confidence.
"Sure. Actually why don't you spend the night." My mom says while picking up Jane and Jake's dishes.
"Really? You mean it?" I say enthusiastically.
"Ya. Why not?" She says matter-of-factly .
"Well.... Cause it's..... Never mind. Ok I'll go get ready and ask her." I say as I finish my breakfast. As I head upstairs my dad calls out to me.
"Tasha!"
"Ya dad?" I call back as I get to be bottom step.
"Be careful. Please." He pleads.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine dad. I promise." I say.
"Ok." He says laid back, at ease.
"Love you guys!" I yell as I go running up the stairs.
"Love you too!" They yell back.
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