CHAPTER 1
"Ms. Razi Bree!" Mr. Knoll shouted from across the room. "You should not be talking to your friends during my class!"
"Whatever," I mumbled as I took a seat. I have never been normal. I don't remember anything in my life before I was 6. It's like the memories had been taken. But that's stupid.
When I stated first grade, I was the smartest kid in class. I would here everyone say "She is too smart for her own good,"
I was immediately moved to third grade. I didn't like it. So I decided I would pretend to be dumb. I started never raising my hand. And when I did, I would say the wrong answer. It's not that I didn't know the right answer; I just didn't feel like putting in the effort. I got terrible grades. And I got held back for four years.
I should be in ninth grade, but I'm in eighth. I never pay attention in class. I already know all the stuff. On tests, I do just well enough to pass.
But that's not the only weird thing about me. Sometime, parts of me disappear. It sounds cool, but it's hard to not be invisible. Sometimes it's great for ditching though. I guess there's a good side and a bad side to things.
"Razi, he's asking you!" My best friend Ellie Rose whispered to me, drawing me back to reality.
"Oh um, 62!" I shouted.
Mr. Knolls eyes narrowed. "This is science class Razi, not math. Now what is imitation of sound in words?" He asked me.
"Onomatopoeia," I sighed.
Ellie nudged me. "Good job!" She whispered. She always congratulated me when I got answers right. It was a very rare occurrence.
"Do I need to separate you two?" Mr. Knoll asked us.
"No Mr. Knoll!" Ellie shouted, shaking her head so furiously her long blonde hair slapped my face. Multiple times.
I don't know what happened the rest of the day. I honestly wasn't paying attention. The only thing I know happened was my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Venill, gave us our report cards.