Efi sat on the porch of her new house in the little, no-one-has-ever-heard-of-it town called New Recovery. A place set in the middle of Utah, a place where no one will ever find in a normal road map, and a place where no one would even care to look for if they just so happened to find a road map that was at least a hundred years old and looked very carefully in between a highway and a lazy river. A place where, of course, eleven-year-old Efi Oladele just had to move to.

It all started back in Africa, a place she will never forget. True, the land was dangerous, with its frightening predators and gigantic prey but it was home. The long, scratchy grass would brush up against her legs and arms, the birds would always show off their flying skills to the land-tied creatures with such grace and ease, and the sunsets were always the best part. The end of another day with a last chance of color. Simply splendid.

While other kids enjoyed football or tag or exploring, she preferred tinkering.

She was first introduced to the idea when the family car broke down when she was just four years old. That morning, the car refused to start as her mother had to hurry to work. Her father, having the day-off that day, decided to intervene and attempt to repair the car, he was always stubborn that repair shops were for wimps. Her mother gained a ride to work from a friend of hers, who also agreed to babysit Efi while her father worked on the car.

Efi, though, being her curious toddler self, wanted to watch. She was not allowed anywhere near the car until it was fixed, of course, but she compromised by dragging a stool from the kitchen outside onto the driveway and placing herself a safe distance away to sit and watch. She was completely fascinated.

After that, she started trying to discover how things worked by taking them apart. She had to be banned from opening any of the house appliances, so her parents gave her long since dead devices to play with. Unfortunately for them, they didn't expect her to actually make a cell phone work again! At the age of six, too!

Somehow, her parents had gained a genius.

Efi was, of course, smarter than her classmates, which gradually made a rift between friendships. Her loneliness soon began take hold and she felt as if her teachers were deliberately dumbing her down to join the rest of her class. She took her thoughts to her mother, where her parents decided to take her out of school and let her take online classes. At the age of ten, she graduated high school.

Efi then went on to college in engineering. Instead of online classes, though, Efi convinced her parents to let her go to the actual university, the first time she went to an actual school in four years. Her parents agreed, on the condition that she lived in the house and not some dorm room with people twice her age. She was thrilled.

Efi, unfortunately, didn't know what was coming for her. The first day she went was a nightmare.

She had convinced her parents to let her go alone, she was smart, wasn't she? She'd find her way around. Efi didn't find her way around. The whole campus was like a maze, with its many twists and turns. She must have gone an hour running through all the halls before a group of students discovered her sitting in the hallway, close to tears. After gaining an explanation of why she was there in the first place and surprising the students, Efi was led to the right class. The class was familiar to her and she began to relax.

When class ended, Efi was about to leave when she was suddenly surrounded by the other students in that class. Some just wanted to get to know her, why she was here, and astonished that a ten-year-old could be so intelligent. The others, though, they were acting friendly but Efi could see in their eyes that they hated her. She didn't understand how, but she knew.

At dinner, she merely told her parents that her day was great and, even though it didn't sound like their little girl, they believed her.

Every day she went to school, her classmates stared at her, most daring her to mess up so they would feel triumphant that they were in fact smarter than a ten-year-old. Efi never messed up, though, and she would never let herself give up so easily. Every time she achieved another assignment, her classmates only grew more envious.

It was halfway through the school year when she received an email on her computer. Opening it, she began to read. Not even two sentences in and her eyes went wide.

It was a death threat. Three paragraphs of venomous words ranting about the reasons why she should die and how exactly. She wanted to look away and destroy the message but she couldn't. She couldn't stop her eyes from absorbing each word, sentence, paragraph. By the end of the wicked email, tears were streaming down from her eyes, down her cheeks, collecting under her chin before splattering onto the keys of her computer. Why-How-could someone be this cruel?

The email was anonymous, the address untraceable, but Efi knew it was from a student, or students, from her class. She saw the look in their eyes.

Efi knew that she should have told her parents. Should have ran to her mother and buried her face in her shoulder while salty tears flowed down her face. Should have called the authorities before this could get too far, in fact it already has, but Efi just wept silently in her room before clicking "delete". She was going to do the thing she loved most and no matter what it took, no matter how many letters came together to tell her end, she would gain her education and live on. All while never telling to a soul.

Efi continued to take her classes, learning more than she would have tinkering in the garage with broken phones. She absorbed every lesson like a sponge, adding to her fascination and excitement over engineering ten fold. Where she excelled, though, her classmates either made it halfway or failed.

More emails and messages came, all deleted before Efi could fall in the trap of reading them again. Each day she went back without a single trace of evidence that she received such emails. Every week passed with emails, stares, and engineering.

A few weeks later, her parents sat her down on the couch in the living room. They told her that they have been discussing moving. Not out of town, not out of city, not even out of country, but out of continent! They were planning moving to America because it was said that they had a better government system there and that they could get a better education for young Efi.

When they went silent, and waited for her to reply, Efi merely stood up, sauntered to her room, and shut the door. She placed her back on the door, slid to the floor, and sat staring off into space. She had no idea how to feel. Leave everything she knew for a better government? Or get a better education away from hatred? Would she just gain more threats in America? Or would she actually make friends and fly higher than before? She had no clue.

Two days before her eleventh birthday, Efi was about to fall asleep when she heard a giant crash from the front room. Suddenly terrified, Efi threw the covers over to let her sprint to the door, down the hall, and into the front room. Before she could place a foot onto the floor her father snatched her away. Efi was about to demand why, but she looked down to discover a million shards of glass that used to be the big window glittering in the moonlight. In center of it all was a red brick with a piece of attached by a rubber band to it. It was a letter-meant for Efi.

Her parents couldn't believe it. They demanded and questioned their daughter why this was her. Unable to hold anything back, she explained everything through sobs. The first day, the classes, the students, the stares, the emails, everything. That night, her parents made up their minds. They were moving to America.

Unfortunately, they only saved enough money for one of them to go and they wanted their little girl to America as soon as possible. So, they called Efi's mother's sister, Aunt Orisa, and arranged for Efi to stay with her for the time being. Efi was pulled out of the school and away from the awful students.

Two weeks later, Efi caught a flight to America, saying goodbye and hugging her parents as tight as a snake, and flew to first Egypt, then New York, then finally Utah.

Aunt Orisa was there at the airport wanting for her. When she saw Efi, she ran with her arms wide, attacking Efi with a gigantic bear hug, for this was the first time she's seen her sister's daughter in many years. Efi smiled wearily but was exhausted from the long flights. Aunt Orisa bought her food before driving to her home in the little town known, or how Efi would put in, unknown, as New Recovery.

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Hello, hello! This is Angelfishcake!

If you clicked on the title, thank you soooooo much! This is my first story and I am obsessed with Overwatch even though I fail to be able to play it. I do have an account, the computer just doesn't like the game, sooooooooo yeah.

This is just a story I thought up after seeing a wonderful piece of fanart. I refuse to tell which one. You'll figure it out some day.

I love Efi. She is so cute!

Anyways, please review I would really appreciate the feedback. Stay creative.