"Mum," I pleaded. "I don't feel well."
"Well then, I'll go and ask your father to take a look at you then shall I?" She raised her eyebrow, daring me to challenge her and I realised my argument was futile. Grudgingly, I climbed out of bed. That was the one thing I didn't like about my dad, Xavier Benedict. Not only was he a doctor, but a healer, so he'd know straight away I would have been faking to get out of going to school, like I had the past two weeks straight. I rushed through my morning routine as I'd overslept, cursing myself as I should have realised that I would have been forced to go in, much to my dismay. I tugged on my uniform and threw my hair back in a messy ponytail, half thankful that my school was probably the only one in New York that had one as it meant I didn't have to dig an outfit out.
"Come on, I'll drive you. You've missed your bus," my brother Leo told me. "I'm heading that way for college anyway." I smiled my thanks, and picked up an apple on my way out the door, which would probably end up in the trash before I walked through the gate but it appeased my parents when they believed that I'd eaten breakfast. Suckers. Exiting our apartment, my brother had already said hello to someone, and had someone waiting to ride shotgun with him. Sighing, I climbed into the backseat, listening to their animated conversation about some bigshot party they went to the weekend. That's where the similarities between my brother and I end. He was tall, like my parents, with light brown hair(don't ask how, when everyone else in my family is dark haired, maybe he takes after Uncle Uriel)with hazel eyes, and athletic build with a list of friends longer than my arm. Me on the other hand, inherited the short gene in my family, unluckily for me. Just like my height, everything about me was ordinary, plain. Dark brown hair and eyes, nothing striking about me like my mother. Also, my social life matched my height-very little. I didn't mind not having any friends. Sure I was referred to as a "loner", but I preferred that to kissing people's backsides in order to obtain popularity, and I sure as hell didn't want to change who I was to please other people. I'm just plain, old Florentina Benedict, and love it or hate it, I wasn't going to change it for the world. I didn't need a bestfriend to tell all my secrets, they aren't secrets anymore if you tell them, are they? People can easily use them against you, and I didn't need that on top of my already complicated life. I was a dud savant in a world full of successful family members. I had a gift, once. That was a long time ago. I locked it away in a box and threw away the key when I was five to stop the horrors and nightmares that would surely haunt me for life. My mom believed it was just a phase, lack of self confidence like herself. Little did she know. I probably have the worst gift imaginable, no one would blame me for hiding it away. As far as my family are concerned, I'm an ordinary girl in a family of savants-no shields, no telepathy, no gift. The longer people believed this for, the safer we all would be.