Chapter 3

School continued as normal. It dragged on like a never-ending story, and everyone went back to ignoring me and fusing about my new friend.

It was hilarious when Rachel came over to Justine and myself at break to invite Justine to ‘hang-out’ with the ‘cool’ group instead of ‘hanging’ with ‘fatso’.

Justine stared at her for a while and then answered in a questioning voice. “Who is this fatso you speak of as far as I could notice the only ‘fatso’ is that girl in the ‘cool’ group that is so very clearly with child and the bunch of sickly thin cockroaches.”

Rachel didn’t know how to answer this and gawked at this new girl in astonishment.

Realisation hit her. She looked over her shoulder at Beverly, the only one with a little wait on her.

Dump founded, and with a cruel smile, she murmured; " Pregnant. You don't say."

She turned around, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and returned to the group. Ass swaying from side to side. Very clearly on a mission.

"So, Beverly... when are you due?" She said in a too loud whisper.

Beverly's face went white as a sheet. She looked from one person to the other.

"What... are you... talking about?" She tried to act cool but stumbled over her words.

"Oh, Beverly, no need to hide it from us. We are all friends here. It is actually really obvious." She pointed at Beverly's very, tiny baby bump.

Beverly's hand shot to her stomach;

" I know I picked up weight, but I am not pregnant. " She said too quickly, and by mistake, her eyes shot to someone and then back. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see who it was, but Rachel didn’t miss it.

She smiled a wicked smile.

"It is our little secret." She whispered to Beverly, this time no one else could hear.

"Poor girl." I whispered to no one .

I knew exactly what that girl would have to endure now. She just became Ratchels new target.

Al through the day Justine didn’t say anything else, she was just quietly observing. My day didn’t get any better, but at least my family was not there when I eventually got home.

I was still staring awe stricken at the glimmering weapons surrounding me. When I heard Justine’s voice: “Those are all yours. It is naturally resized and modified, so you can use it comfortably.”

I couldn’t quite understand what she was referring to. She gestured to the sword lying next to me. When I reached out to touch it, I paused slightly. My fingers brushed lightly across the hilt, but when I took the hilt in my hand, a vision filled me.

A vision of a little two year old girl fighting and wielding a small, identical sword like a champion danced across my eyes. I pulled back quickly, shocked and breathless.

“Do you remember?” she asked.

“Was that me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes. Nia, you were trained to be one of the best warriors from that tender age.”

“How?” I asked, dazed and confused.

“As you already know, you are not human. As a non-human baby, you grew much faster than a human baby.”

“How much faster?”

“At three months, you could already run.” She looked a little amazed.

“Just me or all non-human babies?”

“Mostly all non-human babies. It depends on your race, but you grew very fast for a mixed race baby.”

I could not believe what I was hearing it felt so right, but could it be?

“What am I?” I asked, not really certain if I truly wanted an answer.

“We are…we are not sure…” she said, carefully staring at her hands.

“How can you not be sure?”