Taps my pencil against my desk. Getting loss in my thoughts. Mr. Burntie class is almost over. I stare up at the clock. It feels like the clock is frozen and doesn't wanna move. Such absolute torture school is. So dreadful wasting time get lectured. To be honest I don't even need to be in school. But my parents make me. They said I should live a normal life. Normal. That word stuck in the air like humidity on a sun summer day. I slowly sink back in my chair. Pulling my hood up. I open my notebook and starts to draw little manga faces. Finally after what felt like hours, the bell rang. And everyone quickly shuffled out of the class. I collect my stuff around me and heads out the door. Just before I reach the door. "Alexandra, May you please stay back a bit longer." Mr. Burntie is a fairly older gentleman. He's brown hair. Now showing bits of grey coming in. His hands having wrinkles on it. I glanced over at him. And walks to his desk. "Alexandra I'm glad to say. That you got a perfect score of your biology test." Yea, I kinda figured I would. I ace all my tests. I think the teachers are starting to think I'm cheating or something. I take the paper he handed me. And without another word I walked out and left. I walked down the hall, hood still up and I headed home. No school wasn't over I was just so tired. I already learned all of that. When I'm close enough home I pull my hood down. And takes my hair tie out. Combing my fingers through Jet black hair. As I reach my house my cat greets me. "Hi Mr. Mittens." The cat started rubbing his body against my legs. Meowing and purring. I scratch behind his ear. I look up to see my mom staring at me with her lime green eyes. "Shouldn't you be in school?" "Nope I've finished school a while ago." I brush past her as I walk in and head straight to my room. "Alexandra don't you wanna live a normal life!" She called to me as I walk up the stairs. "Mom my life will never be normal so stop trying. I'm different I accept that. Okie. Normal doesn't fit in our family." I head to my room. Normal... I'm the furthest thing away from it. I pull out all my past year books. I plop down on my bed. Senior class of 2005. I pick up another one. Senior class of 2008. I've graduated high school at least 10 times. But yet I still must go to school. The way I look. I still look like I'm 17. I lay down on my bed. And flips through the year book. In each year book i looked exactly the same. Maybe I would wear something different or I would do my hair different. But I looked the same. Like facial and feature wise. I push the books off my bed and they all thump on the floor. I kick my shoes off and shuts off my light. Climbs onto my Queen bed. And is about to sleep. When I see a blast of light shine through my room. "What the..." I shield my eyes. Once the light dimmers I look up. It's him. "Dad..."
I love it, a few errors here and there grammatically speaking, but the plot is really interesting I can't wait for more, bump!