Halfbreed Chapter 1

I’ve long thought myself mad. I mean, I’ve got to be crazy to do what I want to do…

“Charles! Wake up! It’s time to get to school for your field trip to the museum!”

My step-mom shouts at the top of her lungs on this warm Saturday morning. “Alright Claire! I’m up. Have you cooked breakfast?”

I yell back down to her. No reply. She hates it when I call her Claire. The way I see it, she’s not my mother until she’s earned it.

I throw back my Doctor Who bed sheets and am immediately assaulted by the warmth of the sun’s light beaming through my window.

I sigh and take it in. Feeling it’s rays energize me like a plant. Not just any plant, a tree. An Oak tree. Sturdy. That’s me alright.

I smile somberly as I make a nice attempt at a muscle. Flexin on em! I’m not overly muscular but I’m also not weak. It fits for me. I chuckle and stand up to slip on some basketball shorts and then a pair of loose jeans.

I sleep in my boxers for this very purpose. Everything’s faster in the morning when you don’t have to take off clothes just to put more on.

I play with my flat stomach for a bit before slipping on an abandoned hoodie and walking out of my room to the bathroom.

I look into the medicine cabinet mirror and smile. If I’ve got one thing going for me it’s my face. I’m fucking beautiful.

My shade of skin makes my brown eyes shine even when they shouldn’t. I’m slightly darker than caramel coloring on lighter skinned guys.

I really like it. I smooth out my shoulder-length twists/dreads so that they lay over my hood before grabbing my toothbrush and brushing my teeth.

I hurry downstairs after finishing my oral hygiene tasks and I smell the breakfast I’d been waiting for.

I quickly tie my dreads back into their usual ponytail and sit down at the kitchen table.

I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the kitchen. Honestly? I’d be so much sexier if I didn’t LOVE food.

My step-mother Claire has just departed to work. You want me to call you mother? How about you sit down and eat with me?

I sigh and wolf down the eggs, biscuits, and sausage before grabbing my phone and car keys and leaving the house in favor of my Bumblebee styled camaro.

It’s old, but it’s still beautiful. Once driving, I start to think about the field trip my class is taking. The museum? Who the fuck thought it’d a fun for teenagers to go to a museum?

I wouldn’t even be going if it weren’t for Jasmine. My best friend Jasmine Marlo, practically blackmailed me into coming with her. Big nerd, she is. Me? I prefer to sit back, roll up, and watch DBZ over and over again.

Guess I’m kind of a nerd myself? I don’t know. Don’t really care about things like social status; Although I would kill to get a shot at a couple of choice cheerleaders. The James Woods High Sparrows can most certainly get it. My school is about 15mins from my house by car.

Still having around 7 minutes I leave my thoughts to themselves and turn on the radio. Drake’s All Me is playing and I bob my head. I enjoy a wide range of music. My taste is so wide I’d probably be a producer if it weren’t for my extreme laziness. I’ve got ears for talent though. Pulling up to my school. I see the school bus and see Jasmine boarding.

I scramble to turn off my car and run to the bus to secure my seat with her. I’m not too popular with the girls and sitting by her makes me happy. I’m also her impromptu bodyguard. Guys don’t mess with her when we’re together.

I jump on the bus after confirming with my teacher, Mrs.Wils. I plop down next to Jas and she smiles brightly before hugging me hard.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She says over and over again before releasing me. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re welcome Jas. Just remember, you owe me.”
“Yes, I know! Oh my god can you believe it? The museum just got a new mythology section. I heard they found several artifacts from all over the world right here in our town. I mean how can that be?..”
I let her drone on about the new additions to the museum as I space out. The bus is soon filled with everyone from our class and we are on our way. The ride is rough and bumpy and Jas falls on my lap on several occasions. She apologizes but each time she lays there a little longer. Does Jas like me? I quickly trounce that thought and enjoy the ride.

My peaceful reverie is broken as I notice Jas has stopped talking. I also enjoy her silence a bit. I enjoy it thoroughly until Sam Riker walks up to our seat. “Jasmine, hey. When are you going to start hanging with me?