THE DORK

Amara was a strange girl. She rarely came out of her room and when she did it was only if she had to. Being seventeen was hard for her since she was labeled a dork. Amara was smart, never failing to leave the honor roll, but this was her down fall. Others would constantly pick on her or force her into doing their homework. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse in her life they did.

Amara sat down at a table in the quiet library which was currently unoccupied and opened her notebook. Sighing she started on her homework hoping to get through it without any interruptions. But alas she could not. She heard the turn of the door knob and the loud whispers of a group of kids. Amara closed her notebook as the group came up to her. She shifted her eyes to them and glared.

"What the hell do you want?"

A boy who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped up. He threw a notebook in her direction.

"Mr. Jason gave us homework."

"Yeah I noticed that I am in the same class," Amara glared.

The boy just smiled. "So, want it done and in my hands by tomorrow morning or you'll find yourself up a flag pole."

With that the boy stocked off, his friends, who were laughing, following behind. Amara growled and packed up her backpack.

'Why am I such a push over?'

She walked fast out of the doors of her school and started for home. Amara took her usual route home, so as not to be caught by any other students who felt the need to make fun of her. Even Amara herself believed that she was a dork.

Amara had dark blue, unusual eyes which were hid underneath glasses. Her thick hair was brown and fell in soft waves down her back. Her smile bore braces across her teeth. She was convinced she was a dorkish nerd. The taunts were embedded in her brain, leaving no other choice but to believe it.

Amara walked down a familiar path and turned to gaze at her house. Not wanting to go in and face her parents, she slowly unlocked the front door.

Amara's parents didn't care at all about her; only their appearance. They insisted she start acting like a regular kid, get her nose out of the books and start making friends. They were ashamed to have a dork for a daughter.

She entered her house to find it empty: the way she liked it. Starting off to her room, she threw her coat on a rack. Amara threw her backpack into a corner of her room and attempted, yet again, to do both her homework and the other's homework. It was minutes before she fell asleep at her desk littered with paper. Her eyebrows knitted as she dreamt a strange dream.

She was in a forest, but something was different about her. She walked amongst the trees feeling relaxed, like she was where she belonged in this peaceful place. Amara closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. When her eyes opened a person was in front of her gaze. This person was like no other.

He stood taller than her, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His clothing was very different from her own and he carried a bow with a quiver of arrows on his back. The scenery changed from the forest to the busy city of L.A. where she lived. The man looked around and faced her again. He started to walk towards her but Amara backed away when she saw his ears which were...pointed.

Amara woke up with a gasp. Peeling paper off her cheek, she got her bearings. Who was that strange man who had invaded her dreams?