Not Normal by Alecia M. Hunter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📖

I’m not a normal girl. I’m not anywhere near “average”. I have known this ever since I was six and my fourteen year old sister came into my room in the middle of the night. She woke me up and told me to tell Mommy and Daddy she loved them. I pinched myself; it hurt which meant I was awake. I’m sure you’re wondering why I thought I was dreaming, well, earlier that day, my sister had been killed in a car crash. I ran to my parents’ room and told them. My mom cried while Dad led me back to bed and told me to never say anything like that again. So as I grew up, when the strange people who seemed to be made almost of a blue mist appeared I kept my mouth shut. There were a couple times I would know someone- the dead aunt of a friend or a man I’d once seen on the street who for some reason was dead now. I didn’t know how I knew they were dead. It was just a sixth sense I guess. One time however I couldn’t hold my silence. I saw my best friend’s dead grandmother whom had been very close to her. Feeling that we were close, I decided to tell her. She freaked out and told her parents who told both my parents and the school guidance counselor. Things were interesting after that. I had to lie to everyone and say I just wanted to bring my friend closure by telling her that her grandmother wanted her to know she loved her and all that. After saying this for weeks they finally started to believe me. My so called friend however never forgave me and she told the entire school about it. Actually she told the entire school that I thought I saw dead people and to stay away because I’m crazy. Now, I am branded as the school outcast, a misfit in a sea of weird teens.
Before I continue I have to tell you that my school, my whole small town for that matter, is strange to say the least. Warning, here comes a long background story. There is a population of only 300 and most everyone believes in magick. Well, mystical shape shifters- any other kind of magick creatures or beings were of course said to be myths even though we live in a town where fights start in skin and end in fur. Even though the elders of the town are wolves that stay in an old barn turned giant dog house. Even though we live in a cat free town so that the little kids won’t keep coughing up fur balls like the older generations did. So anyway, my family isn’t normal. Actually in truth we’re the only normal ones in town. My parents were born without “The Gene”. In order to be sure the race continued they weren’t allowed to mate with anyone with The Gene- which happened to be everyone but the two of them. They met by chance, but falling in love, they said, was fait. They didn’t even know that they could be together. They were married at 18-as is almost everyone in the town- and then a year later, my sister was born. Another 8 years and I came along. They say I was an odd child and called me clairvoyant. When I was four my sister, then 12, took me to the park. We were about to cross the street when I tugged on her shirt and told her to stop. She asked why and I simply looked up the street. A few seconds later a car sped around the corner. Had I not stopped my sister we would have been hit. My parents used to tell that story all the time, until Camille died. After that no one talked about her. She was an unspoken off-limits topic. On the topic of clairvoyance, I looked it up when I was 6 and finding out that it basically meant psychic, I felt special; like I belonged in this town even if I did lack The Gene.
I was wrong.

Publication Date: 04-14-2010

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