AN: Alright you guys this is BOAE (Blink Of An Eye).

Blink Of An Eye

Chapter 1: Introduction

I can feel you all around me

Thickening the air I'm breathing

Holding on to what I'm feeling

Savoring this heart that's healing

My hands float up above me

And you whisper you love me

And I begin to fade

Into our secret place

I hit the SNOOZE button on my iHome then changed it to random. The song, "When it Rains" by Paramore came on and I danced round my room grabbing my school clothes and putting them on my bed. I grabbed my towel off the bathroom door in my room and took a nice long shower. I came out and started dancing to "Panic! At The Disco". I made my bed and picked up any stray clothes on the floor. I grabbed my backpack and my ipod out of the dock, I ran downstairs for breakfast.

My mother is a lawyer, her name is Sherry and my father was a parole officer, his name is Rick.

My name is Crystal De Lancrèt. ( lawn-cray). I am an eleventh grade poster child. I am the smartest in my class, valedictorian for graduation, voted Most Popular three years running, and the only girl in the school who is adopted. Yes, shocking innit?

I am half Australian and half African-American with a little Cherokee Indian. I don't look a thing like my parents, I've always noticed it, I just put it in the back of my mind as "I'll grow into them" , but now I wonder who my real parents are...

My adoptive mom is beautiful, she is also Cherokee but with a hint of Filipino. My adoptive father, very handsome, he is a simple Caucasian with a hint of Filipino and Italian. Jail birds love to get arrested from him. Especially the ladies...

Rick and Sherry still believe that I think they're my biological parents. I found my birth certificate in a lock drawer in my father's desk. It had my name with a different surname. My real name was Crystal Quinn and my biological mother's name was Rashel and my biological father's name is John.

I finished my breakfast thinking about my real parents. I put my dish on the kitchen sink and said good-bye to my parents. Rick kissed me on the forehead and asked me if I wanted a ride to school.

"Depends on the car you're taking." I said skeptically, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"The Viper." Rick said simply.

"Hmm, no thanks. I don't feel like throwing up my waffles this morning." He chuckled. "Later guys!"

"Have a good day at school, honey!" They shouted from the door. I put my ipod in and started walking. We lived about three blocks away from the school. Which was extremely cool if I was running late to school.

John Hopkins High School. My favorite pass time. Ever since I found out I was adopted I never really found any great desire to spend time with Rick or Sherry (I call them by their first names). All I wanted to do was find my real mum and dad.

I sometimes space out in class nowadays or when one of my friends start talking, which they seem to do a lot, or when I'm just hanging out with my boyfriend. I will just ignore whatever they are saying and I will think about Mum and Dad. What they look like. What kind of family they have. What they would be doing right at this very second...

"Crystal...Crystal, pole, Crystal!"

I ran straight into the flag pole. I fell to the ground with a thud and began rubbing my head. Ben, Desiree, Symmone, Brittany and Ginnie came running to my side.

Ben was my best guy friend. His sister, MaryAnne, is on the Cheerleading Team, that's how I met him. He is funny and dorky and kinda cute. Scratch that; very cute. (Too bad I'm taken). He has dark brown eyes and short brown hair, always soft never spiky.

Desiree is my best friend. We share anything and everything. She knew me ever since I was little and I can't think of a better person to spend my day with. She's crazy, funny, and silly just as I am.

Symmone is like my sister. She has two nicknames: "the voice of reason" or "Momma". Kids at school call her "Momma" because she is the one person you can go to about any problem without fear of biased or judgement. I call her the "voice of reason" because if you're ever thinking about doing something crazy or spur-of-the-moment, she will come up with every reason in the book why you shouldn't.

Brittany is my second best friend. She is very quiet and mysterious. She doesn't say much and when she does, it's usually highly important. She's very smart and often underestimated and as her friends, we stick up for her when needed.

Ginnie is my third best friend. She always says "Gasp!". And I just love it when she says that. Yes, I am a sucker for the small things. Ginnie and I get along easily. She may not talk much all the time, but that's okay. She doesn't need to talk to know what is on her mind.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Desi seamed frantic. I couldn't be sure, though. It was as if someone took a wet blanket and placed it over my eardrum. "Criss, answer me!"

I felt a slap on my face.

"Ow!" I screamed, but could barely here my own voice. What is going on?

"Crystal can you here me?" Ben asked. I shook my head.

"If she can't hear you then how come she responded?" Ginnie asked.

"I can read mouths!" I yelled. I didn't mean to... "Why can't I hear anything?" I said a little softer even though the pounding of my chest beat harder. "It feels like I have water in my ears," I said.

"Here, Criss." Brittany said. She took out her water bottle. "Turn your head to the side."

I did as I was told. She poured the icy water into one ear. I flinched, but Ben had my shoulders.

"Its ok." He told me.

I nodded again as the water dripped from my ear. Brittany turned my head to the side and the water fell out.

"Better?" She whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I said. Shock replacing the confusion on my face.

"Cool!"

She did the same to the other ear and helped me off the ground. Ben grabbed my waist and helped me up.

"What's going on here?"

The voice scared everyone. Ben dropped his hands and I fell to the ground.

"Ow!" I cried out in pain.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. And a gentle hand closed on mine. He hoisted me up smoothly and then turned me to face him. I smiled. It was my boyfriend, Skylar Clark.

Skylar is the sweetest guy I know. He is caption of the Basketball Team and a Merit scholar. He tutors at the middle school down the street and has the silliest sense of humor.

"Um, Ben was just helping me up. I got hit on the head." I said.

"Yeah! See she fell and I was just trying to help and then you came and I'm going to stop talking now." Ben said.

"Yeah. I think that's smart." Symmone mumbled.

"Okay…" Skylar said skeptically. "Look, Crystal, are we still on for tonight?"

"Um, yeah, definitely. Seven o'clock?"

"Seven o'clock." He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and raced to the boy's locker room.

"He is so…fine." Symmone, Ginnie, and Brittany said, looking after him.

"No. He's so mine. Get your own!" I called.

"Hey Momma!" Stacey Collins called to Symmone. "Come quick, Momma! You have got to see this."

"What's wrong, Stacey?" Symmone asked, concerned.

"Come look." She replied.

We all followed Stacey to the back of the school to see a whole group of people just standing around, more like circled around, something in the middle of the black top. We ran to the circle and tried to squeeze or way through.

"Look, its Momma! Let her through!" A small ninth grader yelled.

"What's going on-" She stopped dead in her tracks at the lifeless body lying on the ground. "Oh no," She whispered

"NO!" I screamed.

Alright, I know before it was a little bit confusing, but I hope this clears everything up!