I guess you could say my life was never normal. It was always a little weird. But that April it got A LOT weirder. It was the second to last month until the long anticipated summer. I was a sophomore in high school and obviously couldn't wait for summer to start, but if I knew then what I know now I would have been a lot less eager.
Like I said, it was the end of the year, yet the teachers were still piling on the homework. I had three projects, two essays, and an oral report all due within the same week. Did I mention the fact that I lived alone and also had to cook and clean at the same time? So overall I was VERY stressed. More stressed than the other happy teenagers with their happy home life and loving parents and siblings. I must sound really rude right now, but you have to understand the rest of my life to get where I'm coming from.
My mom left me and my father when I was 12 to go marry her "real lover" (Who knows how long that one lasted?), and my dad said it was my fault because I was the bad seed and drove my mother away. So our relationship was....well....lets just say I wore a lot of long sleeved shirts to hide the bruises. About a year ago the cancer finally caught up to him and he died alone and bitter. It's a weird feeling knowing you should be mourning someone, yet you can't bring yourself to grieve at all.
Luckily my brother was very well off and he pays for the bills for me. Now someone smart aleck out there might be asking "Hey why doesn't she go live with her brother?", Well we don't get along very well and the only reason he provides for me is because he feels it's his "obligation". I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be mourning either if I kicked the can.
But I'm getting off track. I was going to tell you about the crazy occurrence in April. So here it goes:
It was a Monday and I'd had a LONG weekend, and I was falling asleep in Algebra my first period class. Of course my stupid teacher, Mr. Dufmeyer, has to call on me and wake me from my peaceful slumber.
"I wish the clock would stop and not tock." I muttered under my breath, thinking how cleaver the rhyme was.....Well that brief moment of pride was quickly snuffed out. All of the sudden the room was shaded in a bluish-grey tinge, and everybody but me was as still as a statue. Well almost everybody....Two boys in the back were still able to move. The second I did this one of them -the one with the short blond hair- jumped up to his feet.
"A s-sha-shadowcaster!" He stared at me his eyes wide open.
" What did you say?!?!" I whispered trying to stop myself from fainting or losing what little balance I had.
"He said, ' shadowcaster'", the one with dark emo cut hair stated in a tone that sounded like he thought I was mentally impaired or something.
"Yeah. I caught that. Thanks. But what the hell is a shadowcaster?!?!?" I shouted, my anger getting unbearable- probably because of the lack of sleep. The blond on started walking towards me.
" My name is Jake," He said motioning towards himself. Once again- Did they think I was retarded? "And that's Aiden. And you just cast a spell over the whole class." God! It they didn't stop talking to me like I was five I was ganna punch them!
" And Mr. Dufmeyer is a werewolf," I said sarcastically. I wasn't five. I had given up any notion of spells and magic being real a long time ago. Though some of the rough days I would pretend to put curses on my dad- willing him to die in some tragic way.
