Five Is a Lucky Number- Book 1

Chapter 1

 My name is Jay Kenya, if you're reading this your life is in danger. You may think you're just an average person, but the truth is you're special like me.

My life was normal, that is until I found out the truth about my parents. The day had started out like every day did. Wake up. Get ready for school. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Come home. Eat, sleep, repeat. But that day I didn't go home, I never made it home.

There was fire everywhere. As I stand where my home used to be all I see is fire, smoke and rubble of the old buildings that once stood. I feel someone touch my right shoulder. As I turn to face them I see a person I recognize as my mother, not that I would remember her. I recognized her from family photos my grandparents keep of her and my father. They died in a car accident 2 months after I was born. My mother was a beautiful woman, she must have been in her late 20's. My grandma tells me every day how much I look like my mother. Now that she was standing in front of me I could see why, She had the same midnight black hair, the same almond shape eyes, the same button nose, the same perfect jawline, the same pale skin. One of the only differences between us was that my eyes are sea green like my father's while hers are a deep brown almost black.

"Mom?" I said like an idiot. She just stood there, hand still on my shoulder. She was wearing a white cotton dress, it went just past her knees. She gave me a warm smile that seemed to lighten my whole world and opened her mouth to speak, but it was my grandma's voice instead,"Jay it's time to wake up for school." I feel myself being shaken out of my dream."5 more minutes," I say." No, zero more minutes you already slept past your alarm," I hear my grandmother say. Knowing I won't be able to fall back asleep I sit up,"Fine."

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After I finish getting ready I look at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear my mother's black leather jacket over a white short sleeve T-shirt. I was also wearing ripped blue jeans. My midnight black hair was in my personal favorite hairstyle, half-up-half-down in a bun. I sigh at my choice of outfit knowing I wore something similar yesterday and head downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

My grandparents weren't very old, they're in their late 40's. My grandma looked like the older version of my mom but with blonde hair instead of black. My grandpa had my mom's black hair and deep brown eyes, when he smiled the room would brighten the same way my mom's smile had in my dream.

Our house was nothing special. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a family room. The kitchen had pastel yellow walls, silver leaf green cabinets, and black counters. Grandma wanted all the appliances to be stainless steel so that's what she got a stainless steel fridge, oven, and sink.

My grandparents weren't very old, they're in their late 40's. My grandma looked like the older version of my mom but with blonde hair instead of black and her eyes were ocean blue. My grandpa had my mom's black hair and deep brown eyes, when he smiled the room would brighten the same way my mom's smile had in my dream.

I greet my grandparents and sit down for breakfast. After I ate my breakfast of waffles and bacon, I took my pills and left for school.

The way I take to school is a boring and plain route. All the houses seem to be the same style and same color theme. Only one house stands out, a baby blue three story house with a black front door. The person who lives there is a bit crazy so us kids know not to disturb her.

My school is just a normal school, a normal school in a normal neighborhood. 

I go to my first class of the day and wait.