Descendants Of The God

Marceline

    On most days we pray for the nice things in life, a house on a hill, three kids, a flashy car or a fat check coming in every month but right now, all I could pray for was to not fail this history test. I knew it was coming, I had read but somehow here I was, sitting with a blank sheet and five minutes to go on the teacher's timer. I fiddled with the hem of my sweat shirt before catching the teacher's gaze half way across the hall.

        "Three minutes to go!" Mr Sanjay's voice rang across the room - I started to panic. "1872. France and Germany. Redfeild." I whispered as I quickly wrote down the answers I wasn't sure of on my sheet. "Times up." his voice rang again followed by the school bell and I sighed taking my glasses off, I was most definitely failing this class. "Miss Landry, wait behind" Mr Sanjay requested after I submitted my paper. I took a seat in the front row and waited for the class to get empty while looking at my blank phone screen. I had always loved having green eyes, it went well with my black wavy hair. "Eh hem" I raised my head to find Mr Sanjay towering over me, "I don't think I need to grade your test to know you failed Marceline" he started and I instantly knew where he was going, I had heard this lecture before.  "Are you really trying to fail in your senior year? I don't want to have to bring your parents into this...." "No no, please don't!" I started to beg as I took to my feet. "I'm giving you one more chance" he replied and I breath a sigh of relief. "Retake this test on Monday after school. You know you can't graduate if you fail this so please Marcey, get it together."

      "What took you so long?" My brother- Milo, asked as I reached the school parking lot that was already empty, "History" I shrugged. "Why are we stopping at KFC?" Milo asked squinting his eyes, "I'm getting food aren't you hungry?" I replied pulling the Bentley our mother had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday into the parking lot. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill from my back pocket and gave it to him, "you know what I want" I smiled and he got out of the car still looking suspicious and that made me laugh. Milo and I looked nothing alike, he had dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes while I had emerald green eyes and thick black hair. That was probably because we weren't blood related but it didn't matter, I love my brother.

    My birth parents died in an accident when I was ten. After that I spent three months in an orphanage before the Landry's decided to adopt me. I was lucky with them and I knew it, most kids spent years in an orphanage and never got adopted only to be thrown out on the streets and forced to live a life they had no idea about but after only three months I had gotten a perfect and loving family. Milo was only two years old when they brought me home, I loved him from the moment I laid my eyes on him and I have ever since. The Landry's are well off and polite, the last eight years had been heaven on earth.