It was the way I was born. The way we were all born. Hybrids. That is what we are. Every generation there are three hybrids, each generation holds a different animal. Our generation is of the cat.
One thing is different about me, one of the hybrids.
I am the fourth.
My name is Rainn Pharr. As the fourth of my hybrid family, I am thought of as something else, unlike the hybrids, but that is not true. As a hybrid, I can morph into either a cat or human, and also add the effects as either to enhance my abilities. I am twelve years old, but considered thirteen because my birthday is tomorrow.
How I became a hybrid?
I don't know, but what I do know is that I had it for practically my whole life, I don't know what I would feel like without that ability.
School was up. It has been for three days by now, so, as usual, I was awakened to the repetitive sound of my alarm.
"Will you shut up!" I shouted, whacking my poor phone off my dresser, where it was charging. Now it was hanging from the cable.
"Crud," I mentally facepalmed. Now I have to get up now, don't want the charger to break. So I got up, with major difficulty, took my phone, stashed it in my backpack, and started to do the start of the day process.
The time stayed within 6:00-7:00 as I dressed and loaded my backpack with food and other much needed materials such as my drawing pad, folders, and homework that I probably didn't remember about.
When leaving the house, I waved goodbye to my mom and made my way onwards. To the bus stop. It wasn't that far away, just at the end of the street.
It was now 7:35
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The classes skimmed by quickly, even athletics, as I used my enhanced skills to overachieve the class. (But those friggin star jumps still got me ;-;)
In history, I sat down and looked at a book, and at occasional times when the teacher did speak, I stared at him, then back to the book. The other students worked in the same way. Except for the part where I stared at Thunder and made a lenny face, I don't know why, but he always laughed when I did that.
It is currently lunch, and I am speaking to my best friend, a fellow hybrid. His name is Thunder, if you hadn't noticed yet. I know that he's a hybrid because of the marking he wields, the mark of the hybrid, a shard of glass on the palm of our hand. Why a shard? Beyond us.
Oh, and by the way, it wasn't an actual shard, more like the kind of scar you would get from a shard of glass, I mean, it's shaped like it.
"So, Thunder, do you think that all hybrids have names that are related to something natural?" That was me, saying one of my thoughts out loud for an opinion. "We won't know until we find the other hybrid," he replied.
"Well then, we will just have to find out who they are." I snickered.
And thus exits the first chappie :P