Understood (Sometimes), Unnoticed (Most of the Time), Undercover (All the Time) Chap.1
This is the first chapter of my story. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I would really love it if you could give me feedback and suggestions! Also, comment plz! :D pce, love, friends, Elyse
As I got out of the car I realized that i wasn't in California any more, 'cause I had been blind folded for pretty much the whole entire plane ride here, I was on a deserted, creepy, what-ever-you-wanna-call-it island. And this wasn't just any island, this was one of the Hawaiian Islands that no one knew about, except of course me, my mom and my dad.
I was an average, everyday 13 year old teenage girl, soon to be 14, until my parents told me that 1. They were getting divorced, yes, I said DIVORCED, because they couldn't handle each others.........(getting divorced might not seem that big of a deal, in some peoples cases, but sometimes it is.........) 2. One of their so called "enemies" and/or "enemy allies", some kind of bad people, were following/tracking me, in other words, trying to KILL me, for I don't know what reason and 3. I WASN'T an average, everyday 13 year old teenage girl, soon to be 14, I was something "special".
My parents said that I would still be able to go to a regular school, and high school, even though I wasn't "normal", which kinda surprised me 'cause i thought that they were going to ship me off to some school for spoiled privileged kids. I was kinda privileged in a way, but not very spoiled..........
I had known for a very long time that my parents were keeping something from me, I was positive I knew what it was, but I wanted to hear it from them. Did you really think that I was going to go up to them and confront them?????Like, holy crap, I sometimes know stuff that I shouldn't know, and I know that sometimes I can be a little bit curious and nosy, but c'mon!, if you think I would do something like that, you need to get to know me better. And reading this story is a great start.
Ok, so you know my family is kinda wack, retarded, weird, from another plant, what-ever-you-wanna-call-us, I (we) don't care. I (we) know who we are, and we aren't affected by what people say or do. If you DO make-fun-of/tease, do/say whatever, us (us being our family), I (we) will do very bad unthinkable things to you, and no one, and I mean no one will EVER know what happened to you, how it happened and who did it. I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just giving you a heads up.
Anyway, back to the story.
BRINGGG BRINGGG. I could hear the school bell ringing as my mom drove up the street to drop me and my younger sister off at school. It was the last week of May and everyone was so excited that school was almost over, especially the grade 8's, because 1. They were going to Washington DC for 5 days during the 1st week of June (unfortunately the grade 7's were coming to :'(, but they didn't let that ruin their trip), 2. They were graduating this year!!!!!! :D :D :D and 3. They didn't have to participate in this thing called Game Day. We were going to miss this school, NOT. We were glad to get away from this school, HELL YES! We were going to miss Nathan Piccilo, 'cause he wasn't going to the same high school as us, OH GOD NO. We were going to miss each other, even though we would be seeing each other at our "new to us" high school, words can't even describe how much we were going to miss eachother. We were all nervous and kinda scared to go to high school, I think so.
I was an average, everyday 13 year old teenage girl, soon to be 14, until my parents told me that 1. They were getting divorced, yes, I said DIVORCED, because they couldn't handle each others.........(getting divorced might not seem that big of a deal, in some peoples cases, but sometimes it is.........) 2. One of their so called "enemies" and/or "enemy allies", some kind of bad people, were following/tracking me, in other words, trying to KILL me, for I don't know what reason and 3. I WASN'T an average, everyday 13 year old teenage girl, soon to be 14, I was something "special".
My parents said that I would still be able to go to a regular school, and high school, even though I wasn't "normal", which kinda surprised me 'cause i thought that they were going to ship me off to some school for spoiled privileged kids. I was kinda privileged in a way, but not very spoiled..........
I had known for a very long time that my parents were keeping something from me, I was positive I knew what it was, but I wanted to hear it from them. Did you really think that I was going to go up to them and confront them?????Like, holy crap, I sometimes know stuff that I shouldn't know, and I know that sometimes I can be a little bit curious and nosy, but c'mon!, if you think I would do something like that, you need to get to know me better. And reading this story is a great start.
Ok, so you know my family is kinda wack, retarded, weird, from another plant, what-ever-you-wanna-call-us, I (we) don't care. I (we) know who we are, and we aren't affected by what people say or do. If you DO make-fun-of/tease, do/say whatever, us (us being our family), I (we) will do very bad unthinkable things to you, and no one, and I mean no one will EVER know what happened to you, how it happened and who did it. I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just giving you a heads up.
Anyway, back to the story.
BRINGGG BRINGGG. I could hear the school bell ringing as my mom drove up the street to drop me and my younger sister off at school. It was the last week of May and everyone was so excited that school was almost over, especially the grade 8's, because 1. They were going to Washington DC for 5 days during the 1st week of June (unfortunately the grade 7's were coming to :'(, but they didn't let that ruin their trip), 2. They were graduating this year!!!!!! :D :D :D and 3. They didn't have to participate in this thing called Game Day. We were going to miss this school, NOT. We were glad to get away from this school, HELL YES! We were going to miss Nathan Piccilo, 'cause he wasn't going to the same high school as us, OH GOD NO. We were going to miss each other, even though we would be seeing each other at our "new to us" high school, words can't even describe how much we were going to miss eachother. We were all nervous and kinda scared to go to high school, I think so.
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