False Confidence

I woke up, looked over at my clock before whispering a few curses. It was ten minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off, a little more time and she could have slept a little more. Rolling herself out of bed she went over to the closet to find suitable clothes, not cute, but not ugly. That's how she liked to be, Sera hated to stand out in a crowd.

After taking a shower she headed downstairs to eat breakfast, today she would be making oatmeal with fruits and berries. Sera always made food for everyone in the morning, her mother and father had a terrible time getting up in the mornings. They got their coffee and would sit on the couch for an hour before making a move to do anything else. Like how can people have such a hard time getting up, sure I have my problems, but they're not that bad?

I waited for my dad to get ready after doing his daily routine of drinking coffee and sitting on the couch to eat breakfast. He had to take me to school since the bus didn't run this far out of town, this made me extremely happy since I didn't have to deal with bus rides.

The ride was like it always is, dad and I kept to ourselves while listening to pop music. Pulling into the school drop off zone, I couldn't help but let out a sigh. Seeing me do this dad let out a chuckle and bade me goodbye.

After watching him drive off my only friend Lauren, she had bright-blonde hair, with deep-crimson eyes. I usually ignore people or try to get out of conversations, but she was different I could have a decent, mature conversation with her. I think she talks to me because I can reciprocate the same thing. She also only has me as a friend, even though she's beautiful, she can't stand people just like me. In many aspects were alike except for the fact that she won't leave her house before putting nice clothes on while you can already see how I dress.

I'm in fifth grade, I could go straight to eighth grade, but I want a normal life; not to be seen as a prodigy or someone special, only normal. We walk to our first class which is Art, on the way we talk about this and that. I told her I started going on runs and she looked at with bewilderment, she thought it was weird for someone as lazy as me to do anything that involves moving my legs more than needed.

We walked into class, there weren't many kids in the room, and the teacher wasn't here yet. We put our bags into our 'cubby holes' and then found our seats in the left-back corner of the room. There are around thirty kids in the class as well as a teacher and an assistant teacher. Soon people started filing in the room from the bus's, by this time the teachers were already in the room.

Today we would be finishing our sketches that we'd start painting Wednesday. My drawing was of a giant dead tree with a hundred's branches, Lauren's sketch was of skyscrapers high in the clouds where you couldn't see the ground.

After we left Art, class, we had math, math has always been my favorite subject. In math there is always a solution, imagination isn't required. I like the Art class, don't get me wrong, but the side of my brain that goes on autopilot mode on is kind of nice.

The math teacher was strict, but if you paid attention she only wanted the best for her students. She gave us homework, her style with homework is she would give it all on Monday and we'd have to turn it in on Friday.

Since I was already done with my work and turned it in, the teacher asked me to help the other kids. When teachers did things like this I get pissed off, I've even tried to hide the fact that I had my work done, however, it almost seemed that she had a sixth sense.

After slogging through math next was lunch, our school ran on a block system, which meant that we had four classes, not including lunch and the second semester we would switch to different a set of classes. Now we had Lunch, Lauren and I found our usual spot by a window where there wouldn't be many people.

When we sat down, I didn't have the appetite to eat the food the school provides so I asked if Lauren wanted it, she refused. going on that she didn't want to eat any more of this garbage than necessary. I couldn't help, but stair at Lauren's hair:" How do you get your hair to be so curly? Mine is always straight, even when I use products," Lauren looked up from her cellphone that she hid well with a thick book.

" This is natural, just like how your straight hair is natural. I've tried to make my hair straight, but by the time I go anywhere its curly again. I wouldn't be envious," Lauren said then she put her hands in my hair, " Now this is something to be envious towards," my heart pounded, she had to lean closer and was close to my face as her hand was in my hair feeling it. I could tell I was blushing, damn, I hate how I can't control or even hold back how I feel a little bit.

She stopped touching my hair and went back to doing something on her phone. I pulled out a volume of a light novel I'm currently reading, Its about a girl who is reincarnated as a spider and has to fend for herself to survive.

The bell for Lunch came after, we had Language Arts next, the teachers were off somewhat, they made us sit straight in our chairs. If we finished our assignments we were to read till class was over.

Today was a special day, every Monday and Friday the teachers would read a short story. We sat on the carpet waiting for the teacher to start, we had to sit 'criss-cross applesauce'. This class is easy for the most part, its one of those class's you always know what to expect before entering the room.

The stories that we're told never suited my taste. The other kids had their eyes glued to the pictures that were in the book, except for Lauren like me she was daydreaming about something I couldn't possibly think of. Time passed slowly until the bell rang for Gym class.

Since I've decided to work on my strength, to help me in the future, I don't know if that will help much though. You have to prepare for all eventualities. Before now I've been finding ways to ditch or sit out when they do activities that I don't want to do.

We started with twenty laps around the gym, Lauren was taken aback by me joining in. Since I never do anything active, excluding yesterday, she had to slow down so I could catch up. During the entire block, I didn't make an excuse, not once. I'm pretty proud of myself, even when we played dodge-ball.

The day was over and now it was time to go home, Lauren walked with me to the pick-up point where I said, " See ya tomorrow," Lauren gave me a bland smile then said, " Bye, Sera," Lauren's Mom wasn't here yet so she had to wait a while longer.

In the car, Dad asked me how my day was, I replied dully: " Same as every day, boring," Peter while driving said." Peter turned the dial on the radio up and we continued on our way home. Mom's usually the one to pick me up, but due to obvious reasons, dad is picking up while he takes leave from work for the next month.

Time flies by, every day I go for a run late into the day. My wooden swords came in the mail, so I started self-teaching myself. Each month that passes I gain more strength, speed, and endurance. Also my skill with the sword increases, I learned stances and the most efficient/powerful ways to use the blade and other ends of the sword.

I was quite surprised when abs started to form on my stomach, and my arm grew muscular, a lot more than the boys who go to my school. I asked my dad one time to spar with me which wasn't a good idea, I thought he'd have more strength but I ended up breaking his arm. Being grounded sucked.

My relationship with Lauren grew increasingly without any bumps in our way. I even asked her to come over to my house one day. My mom and dad were overjoyed and courteous towards Lauren, they freaked out saying things like 'our little girl has friend's' and 'How did you even get this Sera to open up'. She came over multiple times, later on, every time it looked my parents were trying to suck up to her for some reason, but I ignored it.

Every now and then I would get those pains in my chest and every time they passed I would feel like a force left my body and I would be stronger physically, I have no idea what's going on. However, when I got an eight pack on my tummy started to recede till they weren't there anymore, as well as the muscle on the rest of my body, I still felt equally as strong though.

Even with those changes in my body, everything was the same as normal, except for my dad being busier with an international company working together with the company he works with. My baby sister, or not so baby anymore, was getting cute only a little over a year. Her smile warmed my heart, I wanted to give her a hug whenever I saw her.

Abigail doted on Raelith When I asked her:" Why do you dote on Raelith so much? You never acted that way with me," Abigail looked at me while she stopped folding clothes: " Because you never needed taking care of as much as her when you could walk you did everything by yourself."

One certain day a little over a year after I got my real sword came in the mail, it was a cold steel medieval sword like the wooden practice swords I got earlier before. I was on my way from school feeling weirdly happy, I was looking out the window when I saw his face the face of 'the man'. The same face of the man who watched in my past life and the man who beheaded my father in my dream.

We passed him in an instant, but there was was no mistaking that face, those cold eyes, and those cold-cut features. My heart pounded like a freight train without brakes, I paled in fright. How did he get here? Does he know that I'm Mi-Sun? I couldn't stop shaking, I knew that he was coming, but I thought I was ready. I'm a fool. I really am.

My father was worried because of how strange I was acting, I didn't answer him and all the way home. When we got home I went to bed and cried, this is the first time I've cried for real in this life. My parents were worried, they couldn't comfort me at all. They know my personality best and they've never seen this fragile, pathetic, side of me.

They ended up calling Lauren because she was the closest person to me, even closer than they were. Lauren held me as I cried, What's wrong with me? To let her see me in this state of brokenness. She didn't ask me anything, only had her arms around me as we both stayed there.

I have no idea when I gained control over my emotions or if I even did, however, I've realized my true feelings. Now I only need to overcome them.