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Hello everyone, i am back again with a new story. I've been wanting to use this one for a while now and i just couldn't wait anymore. I hope you enjoy it.

Apologize for any grammar or punctuation mistake along with confusion

Chase's POV:

Hello my name is Chase Davenport but you probably already knew that huh. I'm fifth teen and I have three siblings. My step brother Leo who's younger than me, my older sister Bree who's a year older than me and the oldest out of us all, Adam who's seventeen. You have my father Donald Davenport and my step mom Tasha Davenport. You can guess whose Tasha's kid is. Were the Davenport's. At first you may think were just an ordinary family right. You couldn't be anymore wrong. The truth is Adam, Bree and I are bionic. You're probably not surprised, I'm sure someone would have told you if not well 'surprise'. Only Adam, Bree and I are bionic, no one else. Adam has super strength, Bree has super speed and I have super intelligence. I know what you're probably thinking, must be awesome being bionic. Yes and no. It's awesome because you have these abilities no one else has, knowing everything is a gift but then again it's a curse too knowing everything. I'm the smartest person in the world; I know everything there is to know that we as a race have discovered so far. I get laughed at because I know everything. My siblings Adam and Bree always teased me for being too short or being the youngest but that never got to me. The one thing that did bother was when they made fun of my smarts. You know the old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" it's a lie. They tease me by calling me nerdy or a geek. You must be thinking those words aren't bad but to me they hurt like a knife going through a heart. I had to deal with that for fifth teen years until Leo found us and introduced us to the real world. I thought it was going to be awesome meeting other smart people but it wasn't. The first day I went to school, I showed my smarts and everyone was making fun of me, each comment hurt a lot. Now I'm known as the teacher pet in every class and everyone and I mean everyone in the school makes fun of me. At first I thought it was going to last for the first week but I've been in school for a year and it keeps getting worse. Now I'm going to tell you something that not even my family knows okay. Can you keep a secret, I hope so. Around the sixth month of school I went into deep depression for being made fun of. The kids made fun of me every day of every month and I just felt hurt. Before I go further I need to tell you something… I have a problem. You're probably thinking regular teenage problems with dates or work no. I mean I have a huge problem and you're probably going to be surprised by it.

I was walking home one day, I had to past by this alley everyday on the way home. I was walking home and someone called my name. I looked at the dark alley scared of what was in the darkness, when I saw someone light a match

"Come here" I heard a low voice. I hesitated but followed the small light to a young man who smelled like booze.

"My dad is waiting for me" I said letting him think someone is waiting for me

"I just want to talk" he said lighting another match

"What do you want to talk about" I asked curious

"I've notice in the past when you walked pass this alley you seemed down. Almost like your depressed" How did he know? Has he been stalking me, why would he stalk teenagers? I am getting really uncomfortable around this guy

"You've been stalking me"

"I wouldn't call it stalking, more like watching. Every day I see you pass and you would look I don't know hurt. If I had to put it in a way" how did he know?

"Why do you care?"

"I know what it feels like to be picked on and teased on, being bullied and stuff. I went into a deep depression but I got out of it"

"How" I asked. He grabbed something from his pocket and held it in his hand

"I started to smoke" he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He inhaled slowly then exhaled slowly, releasing the smoke into the air "Want to try?" he asked.

I know what you're probably thinking and no. I did not take the smoke. I left the man to himself and went home. Here is when my 'problem started' if you haven't guessed what it is.

I was walking out of my last class after the bell rang. It was Friday so by the time I got to my locker everyone in the hallway was gone. Even Trent was gone which was good for me. I put my stuff in my locker and went into the boys bathroom. I went into the stall to do my business when I heard footsteps enter the bathroom. I then began to hear two guys talk, Trent's buddies.

"So what time are we supposed to meet Trent at his house" the first guy asked

"He said around 4. So we better hurry" the second guy responded

"Before you go, want to smoke one" the first guy offered

"Sure" I heard light there cigarettes and smelt the bad air

"How much money did Trent get today from his nerds" the second guy asked

"He didn't get much because he didn't get a chance to get that Daven-dork" the first guy said

"Lucky for the dork, he doesn't have any friends and everyone hates him. Money is all he got"

"You feel sorry for him" the first guy asked

"No I'm just saying without money he has nothing" I felt my heart crack a bit. After they were finished smoking they left the bathroom. I came out of the stall and found cigarette ashes all over the counter. I was about to leave when I noticed it, the thing that gave me my problem, the one thing that changed my life, a cigarette.

I looked at it for a minute thinking if I should or not. I picked it up and held it in my hand feeling it. I can't, it would hurt my life and body, but what's the point. Everyone hates me and makes fun of me. Maybe I should do it; maybe I should smoke this cigarette. No I can't its wrong, cigarettes are killing machines. Once you start it's hard to stop and I don't want to go through that. Then again all those people who are trying to stop have friends to help them and I got none. Maybe a cigarette is my friend; at least I know it won't leave me or abandon me. I stuff it in my pocket and head home, trying to get my mind off of things.

I entered the front door and found Adam and Leo playing games and Bree in the kitchen talking to Owen. I walked over to the fridge to grab a water bottle

"Hey Chase" I heard Adam scream

"What" I asked annoyed

"Get me water" he demanded

"Get it yourself" I said

"Just do it"

"Why do I have to get you water" I screamed back

"So you have some kind of meaning in your life"

"You know what" I chucked the water bottle at him. He ducked in time before it hit his face and hit the wall "I'm done" I shouted heading to the lab.

Seconds later I entered the lab and searched in Mr. Davenport's desk drawer. Once I found what I needed i headed back upstairs. I exited the elevator and past my Adam and Leo and went to the front door

"Chase" I turned around to face Adam and Leo

"What Adam" I said

"You crushed my water bottle" I opened the door and slammed it shut on my way out. I headed to Davenport's garage, the one place I can get peace and quiet. I walked in and found it dusty, nothing in here but old inventions and forgotten ideas. I found a chair and desk. I sat in the chair and pulled out the thing I got from Davenport's drawer, a lighter. I placed it on the table along with the cigarette and stared at them both. I had to make a choice. Do I smoke it or do I not. I know the cost but for some reason I don't care. I grab the cigarette and place it in my mouth; I light the lighter and light the end. Once I inhaled I knew it was too late.

I know some of you are surprised by this but it's true. I Chase Davenport am a smoker. Once I had my first smoke I wanted more and I haven't stopped since. I know it's bad for you but I don't care, doubt anyone would care rather I smoke or not. They don't' pay enough attention to realize. I don't do it all the time. I only do it when I feel down.

Here I am in the present sitting on my couch watching TV, having a lighter and a pack of smokes in my pocket when I need one. No one knows I smoke even my family but they don't need to know. I hear the front door open and I see Adam, Bree and Leo walk in. Leo and Bree go to the kitchen and Adam sits next to me

"What are we watching" he asks

"Just a documentary on space" I say

"Why do you have to make everything so boring Chase? You ruin TV by watching documentary shit. Give me the remote and I'll turn it to something everyone loves"

"No I have the remote" I said to him. He pulls the remote out of my grasp and turns it to a movie everyone besides me love. Bree and Leo come and sit next to him pushing me off the couch

"I love this movie" Bree and Leo both said

"I was watching TV" I said

"Who cares Chase" Adam said. I felt hurt the moment he finished that sentence. I wanted to yell at Adam but I knew there was no point. I went to the front and slowly gripped the door handle, time for a smoke.

I hoped you all enjoyed the start of this story and please send me some feedback.

Also a warning to some people DON'T SMOKE. It' bad for you and it will make your life horrible. So DON'T DO IT PLEASE. My story isn't meant to encourage you so please DON'T SMOKE.