Present day Vancouver:
Iris Johnson's pov:
My name is Iris Johnson I was never a normal kid. I loved baking, reading, running, and school, but the thing that really set me apart was the fact I loved my parents. Even if they really where not my parents.
My real parents died in a flood when I was five, and from there the Johnson's adopted me. They were a nice couple that could not conceive any children and they treated me like their own daughter. In my mind they were my real parents because it was a lot easier than pretending I had none. I never let anyone know I was adopted, no one at my track club, no one in my neighborhood and certainly no one at school. It was a secret only my parents and I know, and we didn't bring it up often. It was something that we knew, but all liked to forget.
"Iris, Iris honey time to get up. Its time for school." My mom whispered and walked out of my room as I woke up, got changed and looked in the mirror. Every day I looked at the mirror and saw less and less flaws and more and more imperfect perfections. Not that I looked any different then I did a year ago, in fact I looked the same. My brown hair fell gently past my shoulders. My brownish green eyes sparkled with joy as I danced carelessly to the music in the background.
I was once described that I danced like the sea, since then I never danced in public for fear of remembrance of my real parents who died because of water.
I shook that thought off and went down stairs. "Thanks mom" I said as I took the breakfast my mom gave me and ate quickly and ran out the door to my bike to go to school
"Wait, Iris when you come home we have a surprise for you." My mom yelled at me, and I smiled back and rode off in a hurry because I was late.
When I finally got to school I rushed in, not really looking where I was going, and crashed right in to a girl. Now going to the same private school since preschool had its benefits, especially when P.A was such a high class school. You either got in at preschool or you didn't get in at all. Because of that fact I could say that the girl that ran into me was named Clio. I stood up quickly, said sorry, and ran off to my class, knowing I was late, but also not forgetting the pull I felt towards Clio.
No, not crush like, I don't swing that way, but more like I knew her. As I sat down in my class, the teacher said nothing so I thought more about how I knew Clio.
Clio had long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was tanned and slender, and was the perfect height. She played soccer, and she danced, and she was honestly an amazing dancer. That's about all I knew about her though. Other than that, I had seen her around school, and she mostly hung out with the popular crowd.
They didn't act stuck up, like some of the wannabe's, they were just themselves, and everyone liked that about them. They were funny, athletic, and most of them didn't try but they got good grades anyway.
However if anyone wanted help on homework, essays, or anything else like that, they came to my friends and I. We are the good girls, the ones that would never do a prank like the popular kid's, the ones that would never do stuff like them, never be popular like them and never live life like them.
I had no idea how I used to know her so I dropped it and continued on with my day, which was more boring than yesterday because I knew everything the teachers taught. The day went by slowly but it finally ended. I jumped on my bike and rode off feeling a pair of eyes on me. I looked back, but I saw no one. I opened the doors to my house to see most of our stuff was packed up.
"Iris" my mom said happily "we won a trip to London"
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