Chapter
1
ANOTHER GENERATION?
Raquel POV
Losers, they're al pompous spoiled little biznitches, the people who live in this stupid small town. The over privileged as you could say, everyone here is either rich or very high middle class. They get brand new cars for their 16th birthdays, they all graduate high school and head off to collage to become just like their parents. Then they come back here to settle down and raise another generation of spoiled biznitches.
Everyone swears around here, they use words like bitch, ass, you know the whole deal. Biznitches is my word, no one but me understands it son no one else uses it. Comes in handy huh?
You might be asking what am I complaining about why am I even bothering with this? You might think it sounds pretty good, its not it sucks. Well, see I'm different than all the rest... I'm special. Did that just come out ludicrously wrong? I'm not bragging I HATE to brag, ask my bnff Hope. What I meant is...well... lets start over here
my name is Raquel Antonietta Antonuchi. I know its weird; no I don't want to explain it. Lets leave it at that. I'm 14 years old and I'm a freshmen. The thing that sucks about being 14 is that you have tons of responsibility, but barley any freedom. And annoyingly dense people ask how it feels to be a teenager, and if you blow them off they blame it on the sole fact that you are now a teenager.
I'm supposed to be Italian, but I don't look it, I look nothing like my family. I'm pretty short and I have really light brown hair with blinding blonde natural; highlights. My so-called friends call me blondey, I like to let them think that I'm stupid, it amuses me. My skin is pretty light except in the summer when I tan like crazy. My family is dark, they all have olive skin and there hair is almost black. See? Nothing alike
what also makes me different is that I have an IQ of 157, I have photographic memory, and I'm never afraid. I mean of course I get scared, but its like the fear is abstract, I never feel it. I also think differently from a lot of people.
I sometimes get these sort of video clip memories in my mind. Its not like I'm a black belt in karate, I don't speak a zillion languages, I'm no sharp shooter, and I don't wrestle or anything, but in these flashes, I can. I remember training in karate, studying and learning to read at age of 2, speaking at 7 months. But none of these memories fit with my family. In the flashes I have and older sister, she's blonde like the dad and pretty like the mom. My mother is beautiful, she has long honey brown hair and she speaks Russian. This can't be right can it? No. Which makes me thing I made it up.
Now back to my first point. I watch my brothers grow up like the same people here they have no problem with it. But I'm so different. I think it has something to do with my past.
One more thing about me, I love to read, especially fearless series its about a girl named Gaia actually she's a lot like the sister I cultivated in my memories. I hate this town I want to get out of here. I want to kick ass in central park. As Gaia once said I AM LOOKING FOR TROUBLE