Chapter one:
Above the throbbing in my head and thundering in my chest, my only thought is run…. I wake up my heart still erratically pounding and my eyes settle on my clock which reads five am, I let out a frustrated groan but get up and get dressed anyway, I am used to it. I have been having similar dreams often lately, I wonder if this one will come true, probably not although most do in my case I am well aware the circumstances are impossible and it is just my wild imagination acting up again. My name is Ava sparks I'm fifteen years old and ever since I could rememberI have had dreams that came true, I was at first not aware of the abnormalities depicted by such a phenomenon, but after a while I began to believe this common occurrence for me to be a coincidence among others. I am a person who daydreams constantly throughout every day,but at the same time I am bound by logic due to being constantly disappointed because my "superpowers" do not exist and I need to grow up. I went through several fictional phases in My life vampires, werewolves, witches. The usual I recently have been fixated on superheroes, or in other terms superpowers, which have been the common denominator with all my fantasies. I finish up and my mom drives me to school it is my last day before exam break and I am quite anxious to get the day over with, I arrive early like I have the entire year, i sit on the floor of the hall outside of my first period class and observe as a couple of seniors file in and begin to start a game of football, and I watch as a few students arrive and upon discovering the teacher is late follow my example. A few attempt to perform some small tai with me, more specifically different people I had been forced to partner up with. One girl, Megan I believe it was, (I have horrible memory when it comes to names and have no friends along with a couple of acquaintances to speak of) asks me about my plans for the summer and about the finals, I deduce her to be extremely worried, I had deduced earlier on that she suffers some type of generalized anxiety disorder. I subtly prod using minor manipulation which takes little effort for me, she opens up and starts to blubber on about her tests, i feign concern and offer words of comfort, i may be nice as many students at my previous school of ten years have viewed me, although the sad thing is even after all those years none of the other children have gotten that close to finding the real me, i have often had to dumb myself down for the other students and had constantly wore a mask some even had thought i was mute, until i yelled at my entire class in seventh grade and the teacher had left and they had gone wild i had a headache at the time and needless to say there were rumours that i could actually talk and yell too, note the sarcasm, my few 'close' friends at the time had found great humour in this, but getting back to the thought at hand, I often wore a mask of stoicism and rarely genuinely projected my emotions so i found it quite discomforting but did not show it since i am a great actor. I acted "dumb" (which by the way contrary to popular belief means someone with the inability to speak and has over years been attributed to a person who lacks intelligence) I also hid behind humour, acted the part within smaller groups helped that i have a vast mental capacity allowing me to think of several things at once, i played pranks ass well was rarely caught as well, only got in trouble once sent to the principals office for something i didn't do my record is and was clean, I manipulated the principal into settling for detention and he even refrained from putting it down in my file, then i manipulated the detention teacher who let me leave and even told the principal that i was present the entire time, do not misunderstand i never lie and i hate lying i only say the part that is true it is the other person who draws their own conclusions. My point is… what is my point? I let out a breath of air, stupid ADHD the only reason i got diagnosed with it was because the fact that i did not believe that i had it and had no chance to hide the symptoms from the psychiatrist, since then I have been moved schools and I am currently finishing my last year of school after being bumped up two years i kept this information tony self at the end of my last year of my previous school pulling a Houdini from what i gathered from my acquaintances-i mean friends who like to gossi- tell me about school. The bell rings breaking me out of my thoughts and the teacher arrives allowing us into the class. Mrs. white puts a documentary on, she does not like us and would like to get rid of us lucky for her we have an early dismissal. Second, third and fourth period comes and goes and I had completed my Sociology final. The final bell rings and I do not waste time socializing I slip out unnoticed like I have done so many times before, and greet my Mother in her car and she drives us to my favourite restaurant, my mom is a single parent because my father died of drug overdose before I was born, he was not exactly missed, he was abusive. When we get home I head up to my room and begin to study even though my first test is not for two days, I cannot help but feel a pit of dread in my stomach a sense of foreboding. I set my notes aside, I hear my Mom scream bloody murder and everything goes black.