Short Stories

Supernatural school (not the tv show)

Today is a normal day for me. Well, as normal as it can get around my family. See, my mom is an angel. No, like an actual angel. But, I can't figure out what my dad is. The reason why is because I never met my father. Mom always said that he went to work at an expensive school that he and my mom used to go to. We do get a check for rent and child support once a month. But it is unofficial child support. It's called The School of the Talented. 

It was a school about supernatural creatures and them learning more about themselves. I got my letter for this school yesterday. So, today I am getting my school supplies. But, you would be able to wear your own clothes. This is so if you are a creature that can change shape, you would only have to rip your own clothes. 

Oh! I have never introduced myself yet my name is Erin Bittenbinder. Don't worry you can laugh it is ridiculous. I am half angel and half something else. Something to do with the darkness. My powers work with my emotions. You can tell when I am feeling negative emotions when my hair looks almost like black smoke. But when I am happy my eyes glow a light purple. But I keep my emotions. 

I am 5'2''. I am the shortest in my family, from what I know. I am gender nonbinary. I have always know that I was neither a boy or a girl. My family is great. Sure we are somewhat rich with my grandparents owning a law firm and a hospital, but we are kind and great people. Most people think rich people are snobby because they have a lot of money to spend. Even though that is true for most families, it is not true for mine. We give a lot to charity and help out where ever we can.

But enough about that. We got what I needed for school, like books decoration for my room, extra clothes, and school supplies. I do not like getting a lot of fancy clothes. So, I get some pants, tops, shorts, underwear, and shoes. Now I am ready for my new school life. I only have to wait two months, great.

It has been about two months and I am going to school in two days. I am kind of nervous. During the time of getting my things for school and now I have gotten ten new books for this year. I don't plan to finish them by the end of this year but it is good to have them in case I am bored. Kids who are going to WT have to wait for a bus to pick them up, in front of their house. But they will only pick up people in a 10-mile radius of the school. The rest of the kids have to take their own car. The bus is not able to carry all our luggage so we have it transported a week earlier.

The bus picks you up around 6 in the morning. Few kids would like that. A lot are night owls. Some are morning people. My family is morning people, but I'm in the middle. One day I'll go to bed late and another day I wake up at the crack of dawn. My grandparents, mom, and I have gotten used to it but my aunts and uncles have not. I scare them a bit.

I hear a yell coming from the lounge, it was my mom calling for me. I get my tie and walk down the steps. The dress code for the first day is to wear a semi-nice outfit. My idea of what it dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a tie. There is no need to go over the top with an outfit. I combed my hair nice enough to be presentable.

I walk down the steps. "Oh look at your son, Mira. He is all grown up!" said Aunt Sharon. I kind of get annoyed when they forget that I am neither a guy nor a girl.

"I'm neither a son or a daughter, Aunt Sharon," I say.

"Oh sorry, Erin. I forgot." She responds. I roll my eye at that. I mean you have known about it since I was 10. That has been 5 years, Sharon.

"Erin, you know that it is rude to roll your eyes at your elders right. Hope that gets corrected while you are away." Aunt Sharon said.

You know how I said my family is nice. Well, they expected for one person. Sharon Miller. She married into my family with my uncle. She came from another family who works sometimes with my grandparents. She is the snobbiest person I know, and her parents agree with me. I've met them. They are way nicer than Sharon. We try to treat her but sometimes she gets on our nerves.