1 Mornings

I would like to say that I have a normal life.

I live with my dad in our average home. Nobody ever gave me a second look or thought. I was nothing special.

I was used to this life, and I am not saying it was bad. I had a lot of friends that cared about me and made me feel like I belong. My best friend Evan has always been there for me. Yet everything can change in an instant. Your whole world can be turned upside down.

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"Honey, you have to get up." My dad said walking into my bedroom

I yawned and stretched my whole body out across my satin comforter. I sat up and slipped out of bed ready to hop in the shower.

"I have to leave now, have a good day at school. I might be late tonight so you can order food on my card for dinner." he said walking out of the room.

I stood underneath the water thinking about how great my life is. Not to brag or anything, but it was really normal and that was perfectly fine with me. I thought about the plans I made with my friends for this weekend and then realized I was taking way to much time. I washed my hair and body and turned the water off.

I stood in front of the mirror still in my towel looking at my figure. I had long straight dark brown hair that became more wavy towards the bottom. It was often mistaken as black hair, but there was a huge difference. I had warm coffee brown eyes with thick eye lashes.

I looked nothing like my dad who had red hair and green eyes, but he swore I wasn't adopted. I looked at my birth certificate multiple times, and it confirmed my dad was my biological father. But I always admired my mom's name on the paper. Kara Smith.

My dad said I looked just like her. I thought I dreamed about her since I saw someone who looked just like me in my dreams, but it just looks like me grown up.

After my shower I started drying my hair and looked at the clock. '7:30! Oh God!' I thought. I only had 15 minutes until the bus arrived. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while throwing all the books and homework in my backpack. Just like every other day.

I scurried out of my room and down the stairs petting my beautiful cat that I have had since I was 7. He was still as cute as a kitten.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a protein bar so I wouldn't be cranky all morning. I chomped it down and I charged out the house to the bus stop where Evan was waiting for me.

"Late as always," he said chuckling.

"Hey, at least I don't miss the bus everyday!"

Evan has always understood me, and that is why he is my best friend. I met him when I was 5 and he really hit it off. He could always relate to me no matter what I was feeling even if it never happened to him.

Me and my dad moved to Washington when I was 4 after an accident. I never told anyone about it, not even Evan.

To be honest, the entire thing didn't make sense on how it happened. More importantly, it doesn't make sense on how I survived.

I didn't like bringing it up, but it just seemed like one big mystery. Lots of people back where I was born called me all types of names like an alien and a demon child.

"Hey Esmeray?" Evan asked cutting my thoughts off.

"Ya Evan?"

"Has your dad talked to you about anything strange recently," he mentioned with a look of concern in his eyes.

"No... Is there something I need to know?"

"No, just wondering."

Evan always acted weird like this, but I was used to it. He asked that question a lot about my dad talking to me. If it was the puberty, then a little bit, but it is not like we went into depth about it.

Evan has asked this question since we were 12 and asked almost everyday. He always looked frustrated when I said no, as if there is something I should know.

The bus pulled up right in front of us with a new bus driver. It is like it changes every week.

I never liked taking the bus, but my dad was always to busy in the morning to take me to school anyways.

I sometimes felt bad for my dad. All the sacrifices he made were for me and my well being. He always made sure I grew up in a safe environment, but that means putting in a lot of extra hours in the office.

I wish that he had more time for me, but I know he isn't wasting a minute of his life. Those special trips that we do get together are the times I cherish most. The best feeling is being with my dad.

This man was creepy with his yellow teeth in his wicked smile. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to hop on?"

Evan and I exchanged glances and climbed the steps onto the bus.