Ugh… history why is it important to know the past? I mean can't we all look forward to the future? But noooo I'm stuck in the most oldest of teachers Ms. Rayheart class. I bet she was alive when the pyramids were built! Just 3 more days, then I would graduate.

"Kira, are you paying attention?" Demanded Ms. Rayheart . The whole class turned to look at me.

"Truthfully, no I'm not." I replied. The class laughed, and I heard Tiffany whispered to her clones 'she is such a freak'. Yes, I'm freak because I don't have perfectly long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes. I'm just a regular brunette with dull green eyes. My life has been saved when the school bell rang to dismiss class for the day.

"Kira, you have detention." The rest of the class began filling out, escaping their way to freedom, while I'm stuck with the teacher. After the class left Ms. Rayheart began to walk towards me.

"You know this isn't the last day of school." She said.

"I wish it was then I wouldn't have to be here." I retorted. She just ignored what I said, she's good with that.

"Do you even have any plans for the future? What your going to major in?" she asked. Uh, why is she asking me this it's like she actually cares what happens to me.

"I'm moving far away from here. So I wouldn't have to be in the boring state of Washington."

"And why are you moving away?"

"So then I wouldn't have to be near this crappy school. Besides why are you even asking me this?" She smiles like she had a secret that I didn't know. She walked over to her desk and began to look for something.

"Come here Kira, I got something for you." I grabbed my book bag and walked towards her mahogany desk. I always like her desk nice and strong. She pulled out a golden and dark green bottle. "Here I think you need it more then I do." Then she handed to me.

I took the bottle and it felt strange not creepy but in more of a sense that I was holding something powerful. Which is pretty stupid, right? "Ugh, thanks I guess."

"This made all my wishes come true and I hope you have the same luck." She said. Okay, old teacher getting a bit creepy.

"Could I go now?" I asked.

"Yes, just make the right choices, because I always felt that you could turn somebody for the greater good." By the time she finished her sentence I was walking out of the class, like I'm important. I stuffed the bottle in my bag and begin walking home. I don't live far, it's about a mile from school so I walk home. My thoughts stray to what Ms. Rayheart said, wishes? Sure a person could wish but it never comes true.

Tiffany is with her clones on the back of her new Ferrari, all laughing and joking. It's true I guess I don't feel like I belong here, like I was never meant to live in this place.

I opened the door to my house. Yes its, my house. My Godfather gave me this small house because he doesn't have time to worry about my needs. He gives me a weekly salary sometimes I call him asking for more or just to talk. Though he is always in meetings or sleeping so talking to him is usually fast. It's a two story house, two bedrooms, and one bathroom, with a living room and combined kitchen and dining room. I change the other bedroom into a art studio/music room.

I dropped the bag on the counter when I entered the kitchen. Then I began making ramen when something felt different in the house, like something was with me. I walked around the house, nobody was here. I went back downstairs, when I saw my bag half of the content was on the floor, again. Though that wasn't what caught my attention it was that green bottle.

I removed it from my bag and examined it closer. It was a little smaller than a foot. The neck of the bottle was thin and the base was oval shape and thick. It had a small greenish clear stopper that was tear shaped. There was a golden band that stretches around the bottle that began when the neck connected to the base. I was surprise when I notice it was two different shades of green, a dark green that cover the whole bottle, while the middle of the bottle was a lighter shade of green. I looked closely to see that the green appeared to be moving as if the bottle contains green smoke inside.

I was reaching for the stopper when the microwave began to beep, my ramen is ready. I set the bottle on my dining table and grabbed my ramen and book bag, then went to the living room to watch some T.V.

Unknowingly to her there was somebody in the house, somebody that was far more powerful than her but weaker at the same time.