-Forces of Nature-
Prologue

I’m 17, and I haven’t gone out on a single date. I know, pathetic, huh? It’s not that I haven’t been asked…I’ve been asked plenty of times. Unfortunately all my dates “mysteriously” disappeared the day of the date…and came back with a black eye. Yeah, my brothers are a tad protective. Just a tad.

I think it comes from being the only girl in my family. When you’re the only girl in your family, it doesn’t really matter if you’re already a senior in high school, or if you’re way ready to move on and be independent, or even if you have a brother 11 years younger…you’re the baby. And very likely will always be. If you’re in that condition…start running for your life now. Or try to get adopted.

And there’s another reason I’m not allowed to date…but this one might be a shocker. And I’m not really sure how to say it really either. “I have magic powers” sounds kind of lame, don’t you think? But I guess that’s the easiest way to say it. You know all those characters in the storybooks who can control fire or water or turn invisible and shit like that? Yeah, those people. They’re real. Welcome to my family…of freaks. Sigh.

I’m a terrible slacker when it comes to learning family history…so I’m afraid you’re only allowed to believe 30 percent of what I tell you. But supposedly, a long long time ago (that’ll have to do, because I honestly have no idea how long ago it was) we, being the Gacmi, co-existed peacefully with the humans. Yay.

Unfortunately, nothing good lasts long…(that’s rule #1 of life: if you’ve got something good, hold onto it really tight, cause chances are it won’t be around tomorrow) Thus, war. Yay? Not really. I don’t actually remember the exact causes for the war…but I’m sure we can all lump it around human jealousy and Gacmille(the adjective form of Gacmi, if you’re confused) pride, and we’ll pretty much have it all. Unfortunately…humans breed like animals. And Gacmifamilies tended to have one child max, if they had any at all. So, greatly outnumbered and attacked from all sides by ruthless machines, the Gacmi made a valiant stand and fell.

Don’t you love how our history books make us sound so heroic? I bet we weren’t. I bet we went down screaming and flailing our fists. But that’s okay…I have nothing against pretending.

Anyway, the survivors decided to lay low until things had passed, and created fake identities, living as humans. I think the plan was to regroup a year or so later, and start up the war again. The “year or so later” became a decade, and the decade a century, and voila, here I am, a full-blooded Gacmigoing to a human high school and living as a human.

Yay.

I have nothing against it, really. Humans are awesome, and honestly, I don’t see much difference between them and us except that they don’t have powers…alright, maybe that’s a pretty big difference, but it’s not as if we really use our powers anyway…

Alright, I’m lying again. Invisibility is unbelievably useful when it comes to finding out gossip.

But, I digress.

I really would have nothing wrong with being a Gacmipretending to be human except my parents have this horrible notion that no humans are trustable. Meaning no close human friends and alas, no human boyfriends. And there are so many hott human guys out there…sigh.

Now, I wouldn’t mind that too much either (you see how generous I am?) if we actually had a decently sized Gacmillecommunity in town. But, no. There’s my family…and my family….and my family! Wow. That’s a fantastically sized community! We do get a lot of visitors, and I have managed a couple of Gacmillefriends, but…it’s really hard keeping up strong friendships when you see each other what, a couple of times each year? Let’s not even think about how hard having a boyfriend like that would be…

So, I’m friendless, boyfriendless, and altogether, annoyed out of my mind. Why, why, why can’t I live my life already?

And lately, my family’s been really tense. The visitors have been coming more frequently than usual—scary old men this time who look like they could snap me in half at a moment’s notice. It’s rather creepy, really.

And as if that wasn’t enough…Lance Hilden is coming. Not just for a one-day visit or anything like that. He’s staying “indefinitely.” Meaning at least a year. What do my parents see in that arrogant…cocky…son of a bitch? He’s only a year older than me and he acts like he rules the world. Sure, he may be one of the most powerful Gacmiout there…and sure he’s got the entire female population groveling at his feet because he’s, oh, how did Tina describe him? “Lusciously hott.” And sure, even the oldest most venerated Gacmileaders are beginning to listen to his ideas…

That doesn’t give him the right to be an arrogant jerk!

Last time he was here, he tormented me mercilessly. And Matt’s like best buds with this guy, so even my own brother doesn’t back me up! God! The guy’s like, pure evil. A whole year with him? There’s no way I’m going to survive it.

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A/N: What do you guys think? Should I continue it? Reviews please! :)