The only thing more tough about being me, is being the teachers who have to put up with me. Sure if you are a substitute, you know not to volunteer at that school again. If you are a full-time teacher there, you have no where to run. Teachers are not afraid to admit they have a party when I leave their class. Or, I mean, leave their school.
In the past four years I have been kicked out of five different schools. Err, make that six. See, I am starting here, because this is where it all began. I always knew I was "special", but I finally found out why. This is the story of the prophecy. My prophecy. And how it changed my life, the not-so-easy life of Alex Morgan, forever.
*The Beginning*
*Monday Morning*
I woke with an explosion as my alarm clock blew up and burst into flames. Sighing, I rolled off my bed and reached under my desk to grab the fire extinguisher. (And yes, I have to keep one in my room. Lets just say I am use to this.)
Of course my roommate was already gone to class. The girl is smart enough to get out of there before I woke to cause chaos to the world. Ok, maybe not the world, but the other dorms would sure be in for some problems, possibly including fire.
As I put the fire out, I noticed a shadow that looked like legs under my door. Crap, I thought, someone heard the explosion. I walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole only to fine nothing. At least now I do not have to explain yet another fire to a freshly woken up teenager. My dorm neighbors must REALLY hate me, I thought as I cleaned up what was left of my homemade clock up.
Half the stuff I own is hand made. I make it all myself. It took me only five minutes to make this clock with only some duct tape, an old wire and a sheet of copper, and it worked fine until now. With my ADHD and all, I am always moving, so it doesn't bother me to be up all night making random junk that I end up being proud of.
"I really liked this one," I mumbled to myself as the bell sounded. "Ah man!" I shouted as I put on a shirt and grabbed my homework off my desk as I ran out the door. Not only did I wake late, but I wasted all my time cleaning up my mess. Knocking over three people in the hall and getting many dirty glares, I finally reached my first class. As I entered my math classroom, my teacher, Mr. Richards was reading something on the board.
Without turning around, he said "Another 'incident' Ms. Morgan?"
"Sorry Mr. Richards. My alarm clock kind of...caught aflame…again…" I answered sheepishly while the class laughed at most likely the soot in my hair and on my face. I did not even care to look at myself when I left. I drop my book on my way to the back of the classroom and an unknown hand kicked it way from my reach. I raise my head to look at the person whose pink converse-covered foot kicked my book away only to find it belonged to Brooke George, the principle's daughter.
Brook George has been out to ruin my life since I came to this school, which was only a few months ago. And not only that, but she is doing a pretty good job at doing so. The first day I was her, she dumped her friend's slushy on me, like they do in that TV show Glee, not to mention it was 30 degrees in New York that morning. And my roommate was not help. First day at a new boarding school, and all the person you are going to be living with for the next year has to say is 'Keep your stuff on your side.' Thanks Rachel, I'll remember that.
As I retrieved my book that became the center of attention for the game 'Kick the Book' from two guys, in finally made my way to my desk. Brooke turned around and sent an ugly smirk my way, as if she thought I cared to look at her ugly face. Sure she was pretty, I guess, but guys mostly liked her so her dad would not go after them. I heart it happened before.
Mr. Richards continued the lesson I could care less about on the board until the bell rang and a tramped of teenagers ran out the door, leaving me, as usual, the last one to leave. That is, until I heard my name behind me. Talking to Mr. Richards was a tall, Latino looking kid, covered in soot, like me, with a tool belt around his skinny hips. I have never seen him before, at least I do not think so, yet he knows my name. I don't have time to think about it before he walks up to me.
"Hey, I'm Leo," the Latino tells me, holding out a grease covered hand. I place my similar looking hand in his and shake it.
"Uh, nice to meet you?" I spurt out, not really knowing what else to do.
"Hey, your shake is hard. You must work hard. Same here." Leo babbled on. Does he turn off?
"Uh…yeah… I'm kind of a mechanic."
"Whoa, really? Same here dude!" He is WAY to enthusiastic.
"Um…Leo? It was nice meeting you and all but I have to go to class." I say slowly so he can understand me better.
"Oh, no you don't. You are needed in the principles office. Mr. Richards told me to tell you."
"Well….thanks for telling me then….bye?" I say walking away more uncomfortably then when I was walking in the classroom.
"Yeah, see you around sunshine!" and with that he was gone. At least I had a full convocation with someone for once.
If only I knew what was coming for me soon.
