Aro gave us specific orders. Easy enough to understand; we had been carrying out these same orders on a multitude of humans since we had our encounter with the hybrid. But as of yet, none had survived. Aro, poor sweet, misguided master; believed this boy to be the one who would make it.
Today was a very good day for me. I finally won the scholarship I had been waiting for! Martial arts was a surprisingly hard thing to get a full ride for; but I had known all along it would be worth it. I nearly ran into the living room before I realized that no one but me was home. Okay, that's a let down. I called my dad and told him about the paper I received during fifth period, telling me I was to get the coveted scholarship.
I deserved it! I deserved this scholarship. No one in my family knew exactly why I was so good at fighting. My mom joked that I must have been a little psychic like Luke Skywalker or something. But my family knew to avoid the psychic jokes because of how much I had been teased when I was younger.
It wasn't my fault that I had a nightmare that showed me a school covered in blood and tearfully asked my mom to not take me to school that day. It wasn't my fault that my friend Michael decided to bring a gun to school that day. It definitely wasn't my fault that I was at the top of his list. And it wasn't my fault that, for that reason, the reporters showed up in droves to question me about it.
"I lied." I told them," I said I was sick so that I didn't have to go to school." That was the jist of the article that hung on our fridge. Only one reporter had commented on the dream, saying it was the vivid imagination of my youth that had saved my life that fateful day. I didn't know what it was, but it turned all the anger in my school towards me.
Everyone wanted a piece of the freak kid. Everyone wanted to beat up on Isaac Faulkner. No one told me it was okay. No one bothered to let me see a therapist, even when there were twelve at my school, a few weeks after the shooting.
Thankfully as we all matured, my classmates learned that their anger was misguided. But that's when I started martial arts. That's when I learned to defend myself. That's when I learned to keep your mouth closed when you know that Rebecca or Suzy or Dalton is going to be in a car crash. You keep your mouth closed and your fists up. That's why I deserved this scholarship.