My first day at Springwell Academy wasn't so bad. I didn't exactly make any friends but I actually enjoyed the school. The teachers were nice and the homework loads were very simple until I got to the older grades. There were no bullies, due to a police officer at the school. From rumors, I heard the fights that used to happen here got so bad, that one guy actually had to go to the hospital for stitches. How crazy is that?
It was during the second week of school, when I met my best friend, Joel. He was fourteen years old, with soft, dirty blonde hair. He had deep, blue eyes like the ocean. He dressed like a prep, but he was really someone who loved piercings, tattoos, and really strange music, which I actually liked. We had a lot in common, even some personal things. We both had lost our mothers at a young age.
As I was walking to class, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there was nobody there. I shrugged. It felt like no one wanted to talk to the new girl. I started to walk but was abruptly stopped. I almost walked straight into Joel. I felt my cheeks getting heated. "I'm so sorry, Joel. I didn't know that was you." I said. He started to laugh silently to himself. "It's alright. I thought you would've looked in front of you first," he replied.
He stopped laughing and smiled at me. The way he smiled was cute. It looked like it was going into a smirk, but you knew it wouldn't be. I realized that after a few weeks of talking to Joel, that I developed feelings for him, feelings that I knew could never be returned. He had a girlfriend named Cristal. She is a cheerleader. She also had dirty blonde hair, but her eyes were brown. She had the perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect everything!
She wasn't exactly my friend, but whenever I was hanging around Joel or walking in the halls, she would smile at me and say hi. Of course, I'd say hi back, but behind the smile, I gave her, was a hint of jealousy and anger. I thought that I would be able to get over my feelings for him, but turns out it was trickier than it seemed. There must be something about him that would be horrible enough for me to get over him.
I must have zoned out while Joel was talking to me because he was staring at me like I was thinking about a question he asked me. "Breanna? You still there?" he asked, waving a hand in my face. I reached out and grabbed his hand, without even realizing. As soon as contact was formed, I felt electricity flowing through. I quickly took my hand back. "I have to go to class," I whispered.
He looked at me strangely. "Is there something wrong?" he asked again. "I just have to get to class," I said, trying to push past him. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me aside. "Bre, what's wrong?" he asked again, the tone in his voice serious. I just shook my head quietly. I could never tell him why I reacted so strangely to his touch. I wouldn't let him make fun of me. "Tell me," he said. He cared about me, as a friend. I just couldn't tell him about this. "I'm fine, that's all. I have to get to class." I said, once again. This time, he let me go.
I walked past him, keeping my head down low. My eyes were filling up with tears, which I hastily wiped away. I would not cry in the halls of this school. As long as my head was kept down, I would not let anyone see my face. I was almost walking into the classroom door until I heard someone running down the hall. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. I knew that Joel was coming down to check on me. He always did when something didn't feel right to him. It was how we became friends.
Last week, when the cop at our school was off duty, three girls from the cheerleading team decided to gang up on me. Luckily, Cristal wasn't one of them, because Joel walked by as they were cornering me. I was covering my face with my books, hoping they wouldn't try to hit me in the face. I remembered one of the girls raising her hand, clutching it into a fist. I cowered behind my binder, thinking I was going to get hit. When I didn't, I moved my binder out of the way. Joel was standing in front of me, anger still showing on his face.
"Did those girls hit you?" he asked, anger in his voice. I shook my head. He seemed to relax. I didn't even know he was able to get rid of those girls. "What did you do?" I asked. "My girlfriend is head of the cheerleading team, so I threatened that they would get kicked off if I told her what they were doing," he explained, relaxing a lot more. "Well, thank you," I said, walking off. He ran up beside me.
"What? No introduction?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Fine. My name is Breanna Lawson." I said, stopping to look at him. "Joel Bradley," he said, offering his hand for a shake. I shook his hand, and that was when I felt electricity for the first time. "So, you're new around here?" he asked me. I explained to him how everything worked out, leaving out the fact that I was an age-shifter. I made a vow to myself that I would never share that secret with anyone.
I shook the memory from my head and continued walking. The running continued, as I picked up my pace. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, as I was spun around. "Let's go," he said, pushing me out the doors. Here at Springwell, we could skip only a certain amount of days before we got in trouble with the office. Today was the first day I was ever skipping. "We need to talk about what just happened," he said.
"There is nothing to talk about," I said, refusing to look up at him. "Breanna, you reacted like I just burned you with my skin. What was that about?" he asked. "It was just a shock. It was nothing personal." I lied. I was an excellent liar, but sometimes Joel could tell when I was lying.
"That's bullshit, Breanna. I know that's a lie," he said with a touch of anger in his voice. "Joel, it was nothing. It isn't important and it never will be." I said. It was true. My feelings for Joel was unimportant. There was no way in hell I was going to say anything to him about my feelings. "Breanna, everything is important," he replied in a calming tone. "What I said, was true. It was just a shock. Since I'm missing class, I'm heading home. Goodbye." I said. Before he could say anything, I ran off.
I would not like anybody, especially with this secret. The way a person could ever get over someone was telling them a deep secret that you were keeping. The age-shifting would be the key for that, but I would never say anything for my own safety. Knowing that I could never be with Joel, was like a kick in the face, but also a relief. He would never be known for being the boyfriend of some strange girl. So, I knew I had to do something. I had to get over this feeling.
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My name is Breanna Lawson. I have a secret talent. A talent that no one has ever seen before. I can shift my age to be whatever age I want. I am originally fourteen years old. I discovered this talent when I was five, but was told not to practice th...