I'm… Just Another Teenage Psychic
Disclaimer: I don't own Class of the Titans.
This story is dedicated to the Dragoness1992, because of her reviews and support. Thanks, Dragon, your help with this story was much appreciated! Becky
Chapter 1: Teen Stuff
Okay, I'm going to start off this story short and sweet. My name is Kalyca, which means "Rosebud" in Greek. Ughh, my mom got all sappy and feminine when she named me. To get straight to the point, I'm nothing like the curvy, beautiful girl my name portrays me to be. I'm fifteen years old, and a junior in high school. I used to have fiery red hair like my mom, Theresa. But I dyed it a bright, hot pink. Mom freaked out when I came home from my friend West's place with my "beautiful fiery locks" all cut off, and my hair spiky and pink.
But I didn't care. I did it in a spiteful mood. She had just divorced my dad, and she expected me to take it well? Yeah, right.
Just so you know, I'm a rash, hot-headed person. If you get me mad, I let you know. But I do have a soft side, especially when it comes to cute guys. Which girl doesn't? I mean, it's perfectly natural. But what isn't natural is that I can read minds… gosh, what guy would date you if you went up to him and said, "Hey there, hottie, I can read your mind, and you like me. Wanna go out?"
I mean, he'd look at you like you were crazy and get the heck out of there. Okay, enough of me talking. Let's just get to the stupid story. I'll start on the day Mom and Dad divorced…
I woke up to the sound of Mom and Dad arguing. I sighed and covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the noise. I could hear my kid brother, Joey, sniffling in the bedroom next to mine. I would have gone to him, but I was a bit scared. Lately Dad had gotten really daunting, raising his arm to hit Mom, but stopping when he noticed we were watching. I didn't want to be around when he crossed the line. I admit, I was ashamed of my cowardice, but who wants to get hit by their own dad?
When the arguing stopped, I cautiously got up out of bed, getting dressed in a simple tank top and pair of ragged jeans. I tiptoed out of my bedroom, and say Joey in the hallway, his big blue eyes wide and filled with tears. He was only six, and I thought my heart would break when he looked up at me, his sorrow apparent in his beautiful eyes.
"Mommy and Daddy… were fighting!" he blurted, and burst into tears.
"Oh, buddy," I whispered. I reached out my arms for a hug, and he ran into them, his whole body shaking. I gave him a huge hug, running my hand over his hair, angry at Mom and Dad for causing such a disturbance.
I sent Joey to his room and marched downstairs, furious, and determined to tell them exactly what I thought.
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, gaping as I saw Mom and Dad in a full-fledged battle. My favourite lamp was in shatters at my feet, and the rug at the front door was crooked. I heard a smash as one of my mom's hairbrushes went flying through the air, nearly hitting me in the head. I rushed to the kitchen to see Dad hitting her repeatedly. I watched in horror, my eyes wide, and fear and anger coursing through my veins. Mom kicked him with one of the many karate moves she had taught me, and I heard him grunt. He fell, landing at my feet. He opened his eyes, looking right into mine. That was when they noticed me, their daughter watching as their marriage fell apart into shreds.
"Honey…" Dad's voice trailed off in despair.
"How… how could you? Both of you?" My voice shook with anger. "Don't you know how much you've hurt Joey?"
I would have added me, but I couldn't let them see how vulnerable I was. That was the way you survived in teenage life. Don't show weakness, no one will hurt you. What a lie.
"How could you do this to our family?!" I screamed, all my rage and frustration pouring out on them. "I thought you loved us!"
"I do…" Mom started.
"Shut the heck up!" I yelled, and the look of shock on her face nearly took all the words out of my mouth, but I kept going. "If you both really loved us, you wouldn't hurt each other, and make Joey and me part of your stupid, stupid, stupid fights, and your stupid, stupid, stupid lives!"
I ran out of the room, into the street. I didn't know where I was going, but I did know I wasn't going back. Ever.
I sprinted down the street, my tough-girl attitude deflating along with all my hopes for a quiet, normal family. I ran past benches and those skinny, half-dead trees you see in cities. Plopping down on one of those said benches under said trees, I closed my eyes and tried to collect my thoughts. I tried to think of beaches and palm trees, but it only made me think of the trip to Florida we'd probably never be able to take. I clenched and unclenched my fists, determined to keep my cool this time. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I thought of all those times when Daddy had held me in his arms, and played board games with me, singing and laughing. How could he do this to me? Had all my life been a lie? Had everything in my life just been a fake, something that I had imagined?
"Excuse, me, do you know where 56 Freemen Lane is?"
I looked up to see this good-looking guy staring down at me. Why was he asking where my house was? Suddenly I had a nagging suspicion… was this Mom's new boyfriend? Had she been cheating on my Dad? I glared at the stranger through narrowed eyes.
"Who wants to know?" I asked rudely. The guy looked surprised at my personal attack.
"My name is Jay Denfield. I'm looking for Mrs. Theresa Jennings. I'm an old friend of hers. From high school." His chocolate brown eyes stared at me curiously. He had brown hair and a strong, narrow chin. I could imagine Mom and him as a couple. I shook the thought away, but it remained in my mind, haunting me.
"An old boyfriend?" I blurted out. He looked uncomfortable.
"Ummm…"
Hah. I knew it. Some old high school flame wanted to hook back up with her. Not if I could help it.
"Sorry. Don't know. Don't care. Go ask someone else, or get outta town, mister."
He looked flabbergasted by my vulgar behaviour. Then he nodded stiffly and walked away down the road, his tall figure retreating quickly.
I smiled in satisfaction. No hunk would ruin my family anymore than it was already ruined. Maybe, just maybe, we had a chance to repent and go back to the way we were.
