Life of a SuperNatural: Book 1a Amy's Story

Dear Diary,

Today I was walking to Starbucks for some coffee, to keep me awake for the day. I never seem to get any sleep anymore. The same could be said for Mark, we're nearly inseparable these days. Just watching out for each other. Watching children's movies all night long reminds me of when we were innocent without a care in the world. Spoiled rotten. I was doing fine, seriously, I didn't think of her at all that morning. Until an old classmate came up to me. Honestly, the only thing I remember of the incident was her words. "Amy I heard what happened I'm so sorry for your loss". And just like that all the work I put into stopping the pain was diminished...

Everything changes when Amy's mother dies and her 'change' happens. In search of answers, what secrets will Amy unearth? What side will she fight for? Who is this new girl, Felicity? Why is she stalking her?


Author's note

*Please check out the sister story: Life of a Supernatural 1b: Felicity's Story.*

12. Chapter Twelve


"Jennifer get your butt back here"

Ma said as she screamed and yelled at me

No, I can't do this anymore

I see you and everyone else

Treating Brandon like dirt

He's a person

And guess what he's my best friend

Always has been and always will be

"Jenna if you walk out that door don't you come back"

Pop said

I wasn't planning on it

I'm sick and tired of doing everything to impress you

He looked as if he didn't know me anymore

I guess they never did

Ma's blonde hair flowed down as tears rained down her face

Pop's raven black hair contrasting hers

As their blue eyes trained on my back

I grabbed ahold of Brandon's hand


For the first time

Looking back at my old home the pale blues

Making this seem serene

Even though my parents yelled at me

At us

For things out of his control

For me, for not seeing things their way

I no longer felt afraid of being unloved

That one day they'd return me

'Cause I wasn't the perfect child they wanted

Like the one they lost

Taking a deep breath

I called out


And good riddance

Looking to the side

Brandon's brown hand clinging to mine

Scared, confused, bruised

The sun shining off his shiny straight short black hair

His body built like a linebacker

His body dwarfing mine

Making me feel much smaller than I was

His skin lighter than mine

His face full of sharp angles

Contrasting my round heart-shaped face one

My bio mom's letter tucked deep in the pockets of my blue jeans

Within the confines of my wallet

I don't fault her for giving us up

I can understand that

I felt the weight of my duffel bag on my shoulder

Packed full of anything I deemed essential

For the first time I was free

No longer in the shadows of a sister I've never known

No longer having their dreams for the one that passed

Subtly forced upon me

Constraining me from varying even a little off that path

Polite manners tucked into my very being

If someone were to unravel me I'm sure that's all I'd be

Head Cheerleader, Prom Queen, and Valedictorian

Just like they wanted

I did everything for their acknowledgement

Now here we are

Hitchhiking across towns trying to find Bracha

Each of us mourning a loss

Brandon's got his own share of troubles

His Baba and Ma disowned him first

For reasons that are completely despicable

Brandon Arya is one of the sweetest souls I know

Especially for someone who was star quarterback

Why would someone want to abandon him?

Got good grades

Kept his head down

Did what he was told

Just like me

Guess that's why we got along so well

Me? Well I was mourning the loss of a Mother I'd never known

Brandon and I?

Well our strength's been increasing like wildfire

Guess that's what bio Mom meant by anything weird

Must've known this would happen

Don't think she expected it to happen to Brandon too

Never thought Pop's would ever get violent on us

Brandon protected me

For that I'm grateful

So I made sure to return the favor

Whaling on my parents for the first time

Prying Pops off Brandon

With a strength that surprised me with my medium frame and little muscle

Life's been pretty simple since we left

No one on our tail and telling us to do things their way

Forcing their beliefs down our throats until we could barely breathe

Finally, we can be ourselves

Trouble is we don't know who we are

The best bet we got is Bracha

Hope she can help us

Maybe I'll see my sisters there too

I don't know but I know something great's going to happen

Watching Brandon tame yet another squirrel

What is up with that?

I go near them and they scurry away like the devil's upon them

Brandon looks at them and they're cuddling up to his feet

Doesn't help with him trying to make them his pets every time too

Looking at me with his dark brown pleading eyes

Making himself look as small as the critter

Which must be hard to do when you're built like a linebacker

Then he guilts trips me every time I say no

Trying to make him see reason

Me? Well I'm getting lighter on my feet

Feelings of happiness and freedom

Spreading through my very being

I can't wait to see my sisters

Hope before I do I won't fly up into the sky

It wouldn't be the first time too

Brandon caught ahold of me just in time

Scared the dickens out of him

But I was just glad that the fool who started all of this

Brandon put him behind him for good

No more tears or anger for that fool

He was never good enough for him anyway

He can stay in his cage while Brandon and I

We'll be as free as birds

Days seem to be flying by

Received a weird letter from our hotel addressed to us

Letter claimed to be from Bracha herself

Turns out she's been watching us as we hit dead ends

The letter says she wants to meet us

In a neighboring town

Located in an office

We'll be going to see her tomorrow


So, guys, this is Jenna. How do you like my free verse for her POV?  Is this how you thought she would be like? What about her powers? Please let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading my story! As always please comment, vote, or follow and check out the sister story Life of a Supernatural: Felicity's Story. 

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