Author's note: I can't believe it! I forgot to thank my beta-reader Lykairo!! Gah!! I'm so sorry Lykairo! I was so excited to post my chapters that I forgot...forgive me...shrinks away
Well, anyway on with....
Chapter two
Now that I think about it, not forgiving them is harsh. Really harsh. It has been about sixty five years since I found them and people have been forgiven for far more serious 'crimes.' Humans, for example. God forgave them for killing his son.
Neither my dad or I were very religious people. You are probably wondering how I know about humans killing Jesus if I wasn't a religious person. (Author's note: I actually knew someone who was an atheist their entire life and they didn't know that we basically killed Jesus.) I didn't until my dad decided that the "better school" to go to was Saint Mary's; the Catholic school on the other side of town.
I hated that school with a passion. The definition of hate is: "To have a great aversion to, with a strong desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed." To hate something is really hard to do, but I absolutely hated that school. I felt that I didn't belong there, I had no friends since all of them treated me like I had Leprosy, and on top of that; that girl attended school there. That's what I hated most about that school.
I ended up attending that bloody school for two agonizing years until I was eighteen years old. I underwent many changes those two years, to the point where my own father didn't recognize me; I completely changed. All of which alienated me from my classmates even more.
The first change I had while attending Saint Mary's was again my voice. Only this time, it wasn't just when I sang, it was all the time. My voice deepened considerably. However, it wasn't to the point where people thought that I was a hermaphrodite. (nothing against hermaphrodites or anything) They still, naturally, noticed. And I was relentlessly teased about it. This was probably about three months after I starting attending.
The second change probably took place about five months after my voice changed. This was probably the most bizarre of them all, well this combined with something else. Do you remember me telling you about my strawberry blonde hair?
Do you know that saying, 'it just happened overnight'? That is what honestly happened with me. I just woke up one morning, took my usual shower, getting out I looked in the mirror and my hair was BLACK. I don't mean blackish brown. I mean pure jet black. I thought that I was losing it, who wouldn't?
At least it hadn't happened at school. Thankfully, they all thought that I had dyed my hair. That was a big sigh of relief. However, my next 'transformation' I wasn't so lucky. This one happened in school, obviously.
I was in French class. I was giving a report on Venezuela in French naturally, only when we were giving our reports, we had to stand in the front (I do know that sometimes a person doesn't have to stand up in front) when suddenly, I felt...funny; something was off. That's when that girl spoke up (in French...stupid twit) (author's note: this will be a rough translation b/c I don't speak French and I don't know if my source is correct or not.)
"Oh mon Dieu, it's ainsi... lumineux."
'Oh my God, it's so...bright?' What the hell was she talking about? I guess everyone else in the room agreed with her because they just gawked at me until I ran out of the room, I had absolutely no clue what they were talking about.
I take that back; I didn't just run out of that room. I ran out of that school and I somehow managed to run all the way home; I still think that it was adrenaline that got me there. The place that I always go, after I'm finished talking to my dad is my room. However, he wasn't there since he had to go to work (a/n: I should hope so.)
If you can imagine this, you walk (or run) into my room, the first thing you see is my bed and to the left of that is my dresser with it's giant mirror. To the right is my radio and bookcase. To the left of my dresser is my desk.
I obviously couldn't get to my bed without passing by my dresser first and as I did, I saw what they saw. I saw exactly how bright my aura had become. I was never one to believe this sort of stuff. But this was too obvious to ignore; it was too...beautiful to ignore, if you follow me.
There was something so ethereal about it. That's when everything clicked. I knew exactly what was happening to me. I was turning into something that wasn't human. A friend at the school I used to attend, Oakridge High School, knew all about this sort of thing. She had frequently told me about it, I had never believed her before but now I needed her advice.
I didn't realize that at the time, my 'transformation' was far from complete and she would help me every step of the way, so to speak.