Title: One's Gift is Another's Curse
Rating: T for Mild language and Connotation
Summary: Meet Alexis Applegate. She looks like your pretty average teenager. But she has a secret- and so do others. But what the others don't know is that with one touch- she knows theirs. Join Alexis on her journey about finding out about who she really is with the help of some unexpected people.
Hey this is a revised chapter! I think I got most of the spelling and grammar mistakes in this one. I'm going to keep redoing the chapters as I go along and update new ones. Hope you like this.
The foliage surrounded me as we drove towards my new safe haven. I left "hell" back in the middle of nowhere. Literally. I lived in this small town in the great ol' state of Oklahoma. The name of the town- irrelevant. It was a small town, which meant those people had a small town mentality. They didn't take to change or "new" things lightly. That was partly the reason why I was headed to my new haven. This time it was in a city. So, hopefully, I would be more accepted. If, of course, they accepted people like me.
Only time would tell.
"Lexi, what are you thinking about?" My little brother Tristen asked. My eyes moved from the window to his little blue beady eyes. His red hair shined in the sunlight.
"What our new house will look like." I replied. He smiled a gap-toothed smile.
"I hope it has swings." He said lightly. At our old place he had a swing set that he always played on. He was upset to leave it. I smiled back at him. Tristen was the only one in my family that accepted me. He was only six.
"Me too, Tris, me too." He closed his eyes and leaned back into the car seat. I looked back out the window. A couple more hours, and we'd be at our new house.
The car was silent. My mom and dad wouldn't say a word- to each other or to me. After all, it was because of me we left our little town. My dad was the one who made the decision to leave. He couldn't stand to live in an area that out-casted his daughter because she was a "freak". He didn't understand why I was dubbed a freak, but he could see how much it hurt me. And let's not forget he also grew up there. That's right, I was the third generation Applegate to have grown up there... but unfortunately, it didn't work well for me.
No one wanted to be near me. It was like I radiated some weird funk that made people not want to come close to me. I knew why, but others didn't. My parents didn't and neither did my brother.
I was cursed. There was no other way to explain it. Ever since I was born, I was cursed with a gift that I didn't even want. Some people would think that this curse was certainly a gift. But they wouldn't understand until they actually got it. It was a burden, and I didn't wish it upon anyone. I couldn't touch anyone... people could touch me and it wasn't that bad, but if it were the other way around, then it was a different story.
"Alexis." My mom broke through my thoughts. "We're almost there."
I nodded. I didn't understand why she would tell me that. She ignored me the whole trip to here and besides that, I could read.
'Manchester- Next Exit'. Yes, we were going to live in Manchester, New Hampshire. Such a long stretch from Oklahoma, but Dad got a great job offer there, so this was where we were going to live. My dad pulled into the exit and I tried to look around to see if I liked anything. But all I saw was just old mill buildings. Great, we moved to the land of the Industrial Revolution.
My dad drove through what I assumed was Main Street. It had a lot of shops and little cafes that I knew my mom would love. We passed a huge building dubbed some mobile company's center. The huge lighted sign flashed that some band was going to be playing there next weekend. He turned onto some boring street name, Ash Street. I decided to close my eyes so I could stop judging my new home. This move was going to be good for me… I hoped.
A hand touched my arm and a flash of hidden food in the car seat raced through my mind. I opened my eyes and looked toward the direction of the hand in one fluid motion. The hand lifted off my exposed skin. I looked at my brother, who once again smiled at me.
"We're home!" He said happily. I looked out the window to see an old looking white house. Its grey shutters were practically falling off the hinges. There was dirt and grime all across the sidings of the house. A chain link fence separated us from the sidewalk and our neighbors.
"Yup. Home sweet home." My mom said as she opened the door to step out into the fresh air.
"More like home sweet prison." I muttered as my eyes glanced at the fence again. Was the fence there to lock me in? Was that the reason why my parents bought this house? So I wouldn't have to be exposed to the outside world? Was this the change they really wanted?
I hopped out and slipped on my gloves. It wasn't cold, but I didn't want to risk any chance of accidentally touching people. My mom and dad walked towards the front door. I went over to the other side of the car to help Tristen out. He held my hand as we walked to where my parents stood. My mom wrapped her arms around my brother as my dad placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Welcome home, kids." My dad said as he opened the door. We stepped into the house. It looked like the complete opposite from the outside. It was spotless, and everything looked new. New floors, new lights, new appliances, everything was so new. I was shocked. All of our boxes and furniture were already here, so it looked like someone was still living in this house. My mom was the last to walk in; she seemed content with the house. I was surprised considering the house we left behind was like her baby. She took care of the house so much that it always looked brand new. Maybe she was just accepting another challenge.
"What do you think, Lexi? Do you like it?" My dad asked, as I was about to touch the marble counter top. I looked over at him and shrugged.
"It's nice." He sighed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"It'll be different here, I promise." I looked up into his guilt written face. His other hand moved to touch my cheek, but I flinched. I didn't want to see his secrets; no it would be too much. He noticed the flinch and dropped his hand. He took his arm back and walked away. I cursed myself for being so ungrateful to the one who was trying to start a new life for me. But if I were to show any emotion, secrets would start pouring in. I couldn't do that. It would be too much to handle.
I walked up the stairs to where my room was supposed to be. My parents had already assigned where we all would be sleeping before we even left Oklahoma. I found my room and pushed open the door. I winced as it slammed against the wall.
White walls, wood floor, one window, one bed, the list went on. It was much smaller than the last house, but I'm not complaining. At least I'm not sharing it with my brother. My mom almost had me do that, but my dad changed her mind. I guess I owed a lot to him.
I looked at the window and noticed the shades were closed. Maybe the sunlight would brighten up my mood. I opened the shades and closed my eyes taking in the good UV Rays. I took a deep breath and figured that I should start to unpack. My eyes opened and it landed on a box in front of me, labeled 'night table stuff'. I'd open that last, I thought to myself.
I started to put my clothes away into my dresser. I pulled out my five pairs of gloves. They weren't your average three-dollar cotton winter gloves. They were silk and velvet elbow-length gloves. They were black and white. My mom bought them for me as a Christmas present, after begging her about them. She still didn't know the real reason why. I requested them after bumping into our new neighbors. They had just moved in and my mother made me go with her to visit.
Long story short, during that one visit I found out that the father was having an affair with his wife's sister, the mother was secretly into prescription pills and their teenage son was gay. There were so many secrets in that one family's lives that I found out during that one visit I almost screamed. After that, I refused to touch anyone until I got those gloves.
My mom still thought it was because I was germ-a-phobic.
I unpacked all my clothes and the rest of my stuff except for the night table box. I was hesitant about opening it, but I decided to anyway.
I opened the box and the first thing I saw was my composition notebook. This notebook was the reason why I moved. I lifted it out of the box and set it down on my lap. It was because of this people hated me. I was about to open the notebook when I heard a noise.
"Lexi, will you help me with something?" Tristen's voice broke my concentration. I looked up and saw him standing at my doorway.
"Sure thing, kiddo." I followed him out of my room to his. He told me that Mom put his favorite teddy in the closet on the top shelf and he wanted it. I shook my head in disbelief. Did she really think that he would not want his teddy bear for that long? I simply grabbed the bear and tossed it to him.
He clapped his hands in delight and wrapped his arms around my legs. I bent down to his level and he quickly wrapped his arms around my neck. The sudden contact sent pictures of him throwing the bear onto the top shelf. That little liar! I just smiled and threw him onto my back. He screamed playfully as I ran through the house towards the backyard. He squealed when he saw the swings.
"Swings!" He wiggled on my back until I let him go. Tristen ran towards the swings and hopped on one of them. He smiled at me and cried, "Push me!"
I ran over to him and began to push him. He closed his eyes as his little body swung back and forth.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.