Prologue
Hi, everyone! My name is Jessica, and this is the story of how my life started out normal, till that one day in October. That day, something happened that would change my life forever. In both good and bad ways.
Chapter One
Ring. Ring.
I sighed. Another day gone. Another breathe wasted.
I put away my notebook where I was drawing a hawk. I picked up all my books for English.
"Class," said Ms. Palmer, "for homework, I would like you to do exercises 1 through 3 on page 394 in your copybook. Class is dismissed. Have a good afternoon."
I got up only to get pushed back down by Alyssa and Tanya as they walked by in their extremely short uniform skirts.
"So, I can't wait till this weekend! We get to go SHOPPING! And we can see that new HMS3! I'm, like, totally excited!!"
I rolled my eyes. You could not pay me any amount of cash to get me to go see that movie. Teenagers prancing around like idiots and singing every five seconds? Yea, right. I'll stick to no nightmares for right now, thank you.
I got up and walked out to were my locker was. Let's see: 22…29…40. I pulled out my history textbook and binder, along with my 'smart math' a.k.a. geometry crap, my science and Spanish stuff and stuffed all the things along with my other junk into my over-the-shoulder pink and brown messenger bag and slung it over my shoulder.
Now…Geometry. Math. Whatever. Yay. Happy dance
I headed over to the Math and Science building.
Let me explain, because I'm sure that you're very confused at this point. My name is Jessica Ashley O'Brien. Jess for short. I am Irish-hence the name O'Brien- and I have a slightly tanned skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. I am what normal people call lean, and what the media calls fat. Sigh. I go to the dreaded Jefferson Academy in Virginia, about two hours away from Richmond, in a valley between two mountains. It is a huge place, and it's a boarding school. That is why my parents sent me here. They hate me. I know what you all are thinking: Oh, they don't hate you, they just have issues. Ha, ha. Right. I've never really connected with my parents. I mean yeah, they're my parents, but, I've never felt like a daughter to them. They don't even say the normal I love you shit that parents are supposed to say to their kids.
Moving on.
As I walked, I could hear some of the other rich, uniformed students mumbling. I went on autopilot, just listening and collecting data.
"How many?"
"Six, I think, supposedly 'siblings.'"
"I heard that there are 3 freshman, and 3 in elementary."
"I get dibs on the eldest guy!"
"Aren't their 'parents' 'missionaries' or something?"
"I dunno… maybe."
I sighed. I felt bad for these new kids. They were just enrolled, and already the 'popular crowd' was labeling them.
I stepped outside, breathing in the cool, brisk, Autumn air. I walked slowly to the math and science building on the other side of the campus, relishing in the carefree feel of this fall weather, when suddenly: