Author:\u00a0Dorotea Topi\u0107, Centar Primary School, Rijeka<\/p>\n
Hi. I\u2019m Gia and I\u2019m a weirdo. Why am I a weirdo? I have no idea. Everybody has been telling me that since I was little. I like being weird, different, but not all people like the same things. I\u2019m 17 and I\u2019m an orphan. Obviously, I don\u2019t know anything about my parents, but I think it\u2019s better this way. They left me in an orphanage so why should I care about them if they didn\u2019t care about me. School is not my favourite institution (that is the polite way to say it). I\u2019m not a bad student. I\u2019m just tired of it, it\u2019s boring. But that was before him.<\/p>\n
When he showed up at school, he was still the new kid, fresh meat. Every girl wanted him. Not me. I had Jace, Alec and Sebastian to amuse me. They were characters from my favourite book series. I was reading in the school hall when he bumped into me, probably imagining I was a cactus or something. He even apologized! Oh my gosh! There was a polite human being in this city! The bell rang and I ran to the cafeteria because I was starving. I was eating my burger when he stopped by my table. I was shocked. I literally dropped my burger. \u201cHi,\u201d I said with a shaky voice. \u201cCan I sit here,\u201d he asked with a smile on his face. \u201cOkay, I mean yeah, sure. You can sit here.\u201d\u00a0 I was so nervous. Nobody had ever looked at me or talked to me in this school, except teachers and the janitor (funny guy, actually), but there he was: tall guy with hazel eyes that looked exactly like mine and light brown hair. He sat and apologized again. \u201cIt\u2019s not that big of a deal. You just bumped into me. People do it all the time and they never apologize.\u201d I sighed. \u201cWere you challenged by some kids to mock me or what,\u201d I asked. \u201cWhy would you assume that? Do I look like a guy who would mock someone?\u201d \u201cHonestly, yes.\u201d It was clear that I shocked him. \u201cThat\u2019s rude, but I guess I deserve it. So, you like to read, huh? By the way, I\u2019m Jem,\u201d he said. \u201cGia, and yes, I like to read.\u201d Suddenly someone came behind me and started talking to Jem. It was Aimee, the school\u2019s queen bee. As usual, she was ignoring me. I didn\u2019t care. I just continued to eat my burger. \u201cStop chewing while I\u2019m talking to Jem!\u201d She looked at me with her snake eyes. \u201cSo, I\u2019m not supposed to eat?\u201d She was annoyed and I enjoyed it, but I guess she didn\u2019t. She spilt her latte on me. I just got up, smiled sarcastically at Jem and left. Finally, the lessons ended. I was walking home when Jem came behind me and scared the hell out of me. At least he thought he did, but I was used to this stuff, so I just looked at him with no expression on my face. He quit smiling. \u201cWe need to talk,\u201d he said seriously. \u201cOkay. I\u2019m free after 6 p.m. That\u2019s when my shift ends.\u201d My voice was still shaky. \u201cOk, where do you work?\u201d \u201cBookshop called The<\/em> Brian\u2019s Books.\u201d <\/em>He nodded and left.<\/p>\n To my surprise, he was waiting for me after my shift. We went for a walk by the main square. I was wondering what he wanted to talk about. Then he just stopped like he was reading my mind. He took a deep breath and then he just spat it out: \u201cI\u2019m your brother.\u201d Now his voice was breaking. My jaw dropped and I\u2019m pretty sure I looked like students in Hogwarts when professor Quirrell was screaming: \u201cTrolls in the dungeon!\u201d \u201cW-What? Are you delusional or something,\u201d I asked, staring at him. \u201cHaven’t you noticed that we have the same hazel eyes with a green speck on the left eye?\u201d When he said that, I was terrified. How would he know that? I started running away from this lunatic. He, of course, was faster and caught me by the hand. It hurt. \u201cHow can I prove it to you?\u201d He sounded hopeless. \u201cYou can\u2019t! That\u2019s the point! You\u2019re not my brother!\u201d \u201cNot only am I your brother, I\u2019m your twin. We have the same birthmark on our thigh.\u201d Now I was scared. A lot. \u201cYou\u2019re a psychopath,\u201d I screamed and tears welled up my eyes. \u201cI don\u2019t have a brother! Or a family! I\u2019m an orphan! My mother left me and so did my father!\u201d Now I knew I was crying. The tears were all over my face. \u201cFather never left you. He never knew about you. Mom hid you. That\u2019s why he sent me,\u201d he said, with a calm voice. \u201cThen why didn\u2019t he come? Making more babies to abandon?\u201d He just stared at me. Then he took a deep breath and a strange light appeared behind him. The light became even brighter and some feathers turned into wings. Those were wings, black wings, more black then a cloudy night sky. I was speechless. \u201cYou can do that too.\u201d he smiled. \u201cOf course I can\u2019t. How did you do it?\u201d I watched with disbelief. \u201cI\u2019m a dimidius. Half angel, half human and so are you.\u201d He looked serious. \u201cAngel? You mean our mother was an angel?\u201d \u201cNo. She is dead. She died while giving birth. Our father is an angel. A fallen angel. Lucifer.\u201d he didn\u2019t look like he was joking. \u201cYou mean the devil. I\u2019m sorry if this surprises you, but I don\u2019t believe you.\u201d I said sarcastically. \u201cTry to spread your wings. Imagine them. Their color, shape, weight…\u201d I tried. The wings really appeared. I was speechless. I started crying again.<\/p>\n I\u2019m an angel. Half angel. I really am. I have a brother and a father. Now I know who I got my sarcasm from.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Author:\u00a0Dorotea Topi\u0107, Centar Primary School, Rijeka Hi. 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