It was a normal day. Walking to school like always. Everyone glancing at me as if I'm the monster in this place. Not one person says a thing as I walk past them. I'm like a faced ghost. You can see me but you can't talk to me. Everyone flutters to their classes not touching me. Not even a single brush of contact. It's been this way for all three years I've been in high school. So overly populated by the rich and preppy kids, the geeks, the weirdos, and then there's me. I'm the outcast in school. Out of school though, you can't miss me. I'll get to that later though. Walking into class and seeing everyone once again stare at me. The teacher telling them that staring isn't nice and that we all have flaws. What did she mean by that you might think. Well I don't know to be honest. I guess I shouldn't know either. No one knows what happens at home and no one asks either. I look out the window and see the mysterious car that's always facing my direction. I look around to see if anyone else notices it. No one seems to care. Throwing papers and shoving kids in lockers. Typical classroom day. I lay my head on my desk as I always do. The kids in the front always listening to the teacher as us in the back either sleeping or daydreaming. Staring out the window I watch as the leaves turn orange as it is fall. Leaves changing colors and dropping to the floor. The teacher talking about things no one knows or cares about. As I stare out the window I advert my eyes to the back van. That van always watching my movements as if I'm it's prey. Continuously checking to see if anyone comes out I look past the van and see a wooded area I have never seen before. Places vanish and appear in ones eyes if their tired but I'm not tired. This happens everyday. One thing appears and one thing disappears. I've gotten use to it now. My mom says I'm different. She says I can sense and see things no one else can see. Awaiting the moment for the bell to ring I look around the classroom. I notice a new drawing on the board. Pastels covering it. It said adventure. I look around and no one sees the word on the board nor has the teacher said anything about the word.
-ringggg-
The bell. Finally the day is over. Learning not one thing today burst through the doors. Everyone stares again as I walk by. I look over and see a boy. A boy that hasn't looked at me like the other kids do. He looks at me in worry and confusion. I look away and walk out the huge doors to the place we call outdoors. I have always loved the outdoors. Playing and remembering how lovely life was before high school. Cherishing moments I would never forget. One step. Two steps. Three steps.
I look back and the door starts fading away as I get farther and farther away from the school. Looking to see if anyone would see where I am going. The forest intriguing me. Walking closer about to step into it, the open way disappears into dust. Confusion being placed on my face as if I just forgot where I put my shoe. Walking back to where the school was placed I see the black van still sitting their. I can sense multiple heads staring me down from the inside of the van. Walking faster I hear an engine starting. One step. Two step. Three step. The van getting faster as it heats up. I run faster sensing my life was in danger. I look back and no van was to be seen. Did they turn? Was it a different car? Many questions flow through my head. Stabilizing my breaths I walk slower as if I'm fully protected by the air around me. Walking up to my doorstep I hear an engine. The same one from before. Looking back to the road, appearing down the street was the black van. I run inside as fast as my feet can go. Locking the door in the process. My mom looking at me confused as I try and explain what happened. She looks scared. Frightened. A face my mom never has considering she's gone through a lot. It seems as if she knows what I am talking about. She sits me down and tells me to run if I ever see the car again. •knock•knock•knock•
My mom jumps looking scared to open the door. Slowly creeping up to the door, she looks into the peephole. She then sighs and opens the door. A pizza man greets her.
She walks back inside with a pizza. She looks concerned. Her eyes saying, I didn't order a pizza. We glance at each other then the box. She opens it and written on the box was a three digit number. 6-1-6. She looks frightened as she closes the box. She looks at me and grabs my hand leading me upstairs. She pushes me in my room and locks it shut. As I bang on the door I hear a swoosh and a vase break. A voice. Not my moms. But a bloodcurdling voice.
"Where is she Grace"
My moms sounds scared.
"No where you need to know Lucifer"
A big roar heard through the whole house makes me tremble. Loud foot steps going up the stairs approaching my room. I hide in the corridor in my closet. No one knows about this place not even my mom. Coming here when I need reassurance and quiet time. Footsteps getting closer to the closet. The door slides open. The thing makes a slight grunt in annoyance.
The foot steps get quieter. A loud sound I can't quite make out is heard as I listen more closely. Finally realizing my mother is still out there. I open the small door quickly and rush down stairs. My mother on the floor crying.
"Mother"
She looks up and widens her eyes. She gets up and hugs me.
"I thought he took you"
"Who is he?"
"We don't speak of him, he can hear us"
-Next day-
It's the weekend. I walk downstairs and see mother making breakfast. As I walk to her I look at the time. It's too early.
"Good morning mother"
"Good morning tini"
When I was born my mom decided on the name Destiny. She says I was her destiny. I have been confused on what she means. She says that I will know what it means one day. She calls me tini to "hide" me. Something is confusing about my mothers whole life story. There's a dead line in her story. One part she never says. One thing my mother does say is that Angels exist. How can I be certain. They exist in fairytales. If they do exist, devils do too. My mother makes my life full of curiosity. So many things she won't let me do for my "safety."
Grabbing my bag, I walk out of the house to the cafe around the block. Looking around and watching the leaves fall.
Carols Cafe
I walk inside and see my coworkers, Charlie and Nick. They are like my older brothers. Watching over me like I have so much to live for. Putting my apron on I walk to the counter. Greet customers, make drinks, Come Again, Greet more, make drinks, Come again. Same thing everyday. I walk away from the counter to get some water. I turn around and look out the window. I see a boy. Not just any boy. A boy with a tint of light. I know it sounds crazy. He looks inside the window and stares at me. I look away and glance again. Hes gone. I shake my head and walk back to the front.
