Ocean and Flame- A Tale Of Twins

Chapter 1 (Ocean's View)

      I almost jump out of my bed, scared because of my alarm. I then remember why. Today is the first day of school and I absolutely hate it. My mom calls me for breakfast after I got dressed. When I walk in, she's on the phone so I just sit down and start eating the pancakes that she made. They're delicious. 

  "I'm sorry Ocean but that was our landowner and he said we have to move to a different home after you finish this last year of middle school... I hope you can forgive me but we have to. We're moving to a place without humans, I promise. And you'll still be in touch with your friends and all that. Trust me, you're gonna love the place I picked out for us." My mom says this calmly. 

  I stand up and I go to my room. I pack my backpack and without a word I walk out the front door and immediately my dark blue hair goes to brown, the school uniform appears on me and my bright blue eyes turn to green. I hate my disguise but it'd the only way to cover for now.

 I walk up to school and I see my friends Tessa, Izzy and Jake. Tessa is a girl with braces. Tessa also has long red hair that is kinda wavy. Izzy is a short girl with beautiful long blonde hair down to her waist. Jake looks like a regular teenage boy but a tiny bit small. 

 "Hey guys, what's up?"

 No answer. They're ignoring me, and whispering. I hear Tessa whisper something about me and I look down sadly, it's like someone just put me in a lake and I drowned. It's a horrible feeling and so I turn to run away but a run into a boy, he and I almost instantly both fall over. 

 "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to it's just I-" He stops suddenly. He studies me and gets scared. "Y- you're Ocean Goldendrop..." he says, scared.

 I look at him with a," You don't have to be scared" type of look.  I look around and I help him up and I go straight to my Homeroom, Science. My teacher greets me friendly and I, like always, nod friendly to her so that she knows that I heard her. It's nice to know that people know who I am, It's really not nice that no one really wants to be my friend. How do I know my teacher already? She was my seventh grade teacher. I look up and I see the boy from earlier.