BEAUTIFUL

She is stunning; I've seen other girls, but she is the one who captivates me the most, and she is truly lovely. I couldn't take my gaze away from her. Despite the fact that she was filthy and in perfect condition, she was stunning. I want her. "Why are you staring at her?' Lee whispered close to my ear. "Come on, dude. I'm not staring at her, and I don't know what the hell they're talking about when the father can't take his own daughter home first and she's probably hungry,' I pretended to pout. "Oh, I had no idea you could care for someone like this,' Lee chuckled. "Well, I don't have a stone heart, and I have a conscience,' I boasted. "Hmmm....' Lee hummed. "Father, should be quick about this; I don't know what's taking him so long, discussing and all. Can't they just schedule a meeting and meet somewhere, rather than making us stand here.' I grumbled and Shrugged. We kept stealing glances at each other and finally father was done with his discussion and we were set to go home now. We introduced ourselves to Mia and Mia did the same as well and everyone entered his or her car and we drove off. Father was discussing with mother as I stared at the window with Stormi playing with her Ipad and Lee typing his Laptop. Inside the car, I couldn't stop thinking about Mia. Shit! I was supposed to collect her number, but, wouldn't that be rude. Someone just got out of a hell hole and I'm asking for her phone number and that seems stupid. When we got home, Father and mother once again started arguing over me and I just stood there and looked at them. What was I supposed to do, separate them and stop their bickering. They've been like this since I was a kid. They love each other so much, but when it comes to me they are like cats and dogs. I left the sitting room and went to my room and guess what. I've got to prepare for school tomorrow and besides I'm having class and lots of notes to read too. I have no idea who I am or what is going on with me since I was a child. Sometimes I hear a lot of noises and voices, and I can smell someone far away and know exactly when they're going to arrive. I assumed they were other kids like me, so I assumed everyone was the same and attempted to demonstrate what I saw and felt around me. Back then, other kids mocked me and called me crazy, and they bullied me a lot. Even their parents reported to the school that I was influencing their children; the school called my parents, and my mother scolded me as usual. I'm not sure why she despises me so much, and sometimes I wonder if she was the one who gave birth to me, while my father is always there to support me and he has never cared what others think of him, and all he thinks about is how much he will always love me no matter what. He changed my school and told me I should never tell anyone about my powers, which, of course, is what he should call them. I'm not sure what to even call them myself, and I'm sometimes afraid of myself. Yeah, I'm scared and hoping I don't hurt someone next to me, someone who means a lot to me. I almost killed someone the last time someone made me angry, and my own mother called me a monster. When I take a bath, I notice my hair turning white or my eyes turning blue or green. My hand then becomes extremely hairy and white. Fangs grow out of my hands or my feet on their own, transforming me into an animal. When I saw what was happening, I almost screamed, but instead I was touching it and it was so soft, and suddenly some small shiny balls started appearing out of nowhere and surrounding me, and they were so beautiful, and sometimes they stayed on the wound and it healed so quickly, and when I touched it, I didn't feel any pain at all. It seems like Magic, Right? And, even though my father does his best to console and assist me, it sometimes makes me sad that I don't have anyone to talk to. But he's not like me, and he doesn't feel all these things, and sometimes I wish I wasn't their child, and I know you'll say I'm selfish and stupid after everything they've given me and I still don't like it. I truly appreciate what they've given me, and I love them for it, even though I'm still puzzled as to why my mother despises me. And, I believe, there is something calling out to me; sometimes when I hear voices and run towards the direction I hear that voice, I just think to myself, "I should do this and see who is there," and when I opened the door, there was no one and the air smelled so clean, as if someone hadn't been here in the first place. I awoke the next morning, getting ready for school, not after Stormi had yelled all over the place with her phone, *Barbie, take this. WE ARE THE MUSKETEERS, ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE* Then I rolled my eyes, how many times will she watch that before she gets tired of it? I've watched it a dozen times with her chasing me to sit down and watch it with her. It's so ingrained in my mind that I can remember every word they said and act out exactly what they did in the movie. I went to the dining room and ate everything that had been prepared for me on the table. "Why aren't you eating? There's still time," father said as he shoved a large piece of hotdog into his mouth. "Father, I don't have any appetite. That's why I'm bringing the food to school, and I'll eat it whenever I get hungry.' Lee got up from his chair and took his bag, as I said, and he just nodded. "Come on, the driver is waiting for us outside," he said as I reached for a water bottle. "Okay, Off to school.' I said and put the water bottle in my bag while my mother glared at me and said. "You can't open your mouth this morning and greet your parents and all you cared about was coming to the dining table and picking up the food that I woke up this early morning to cook. Insolent brat?' She scoffed and Continued eating her food. As always, I ignored her and stepped out the house with Lee.