My names Rhea. This is the story of my curse and a weird kid.
I'm a normal kid, mostly. I have brown hair, grey eyes, olive skin. I'm 15. I live in California, with my mom and step-dad. You see, my biological father is Ares, the Greek god of war. So obviously, if your dad is a god, you're going to have some sort of power, or curse in my case.
It's nothing big, like making cursed jewels appear from the ground. (Who'd want that?!), but when I pass someone I see their dangerous level from a one to ten. For example, a new born baby would be 1, while an army solider would be a 7. The most dangerous person I've ever met was a 9, and that was my dad. The curse isn't that bad, but just when I am walking around if I look at a random person their number appears in my head. I can't control it.
Well, none of my friends know I have this curse, as far as I know, the only people who know are my parents.
I was at school with my friends. Their names are Lulu, she's a 3, Dani, she's a 5, Sally, she's a 4, and Zara, who's a 3. Oh and in case you were wondering, I'm a 7.
It was the new school year. I scanned the room.
'3,5,4,6,2,4,5,3,5,7,4,3,5,6,3,2,1,3,5. Ok nothing too bad.' She thought. The bully Clarisse was at the back of the room. Be careful of her. And the big teddy bear Frank was the 1. Just the usual. I sat in my normal spot, by the window.
'Good morning class.' Just the usual chirpy teach welcome. 'I hope you had a wonderful holiday.'
'Yep sure.' I just sat on my bed, watching Supernatural and eating almonds.
'Well, before the start the lesson, we have a new kid!' she motioned for a small scrawny emo boy to come forward. 'So son, what is your name? How old are you? Where are you from?'
The boy flipped his raven black hair, and stared me in eye as he said
'my name is Adam, I am 14 and from the Ukraine.'
My heart froze as his number appeared in my head.
'No, it couldn't be! How is this possible? He can't be!'
He was a 10.