Author note: yes, this is my first published story and to be honest, I wrote it in about 15 minutes, so ya, its not my best but I really just wanted to try it out. This is a short view into the life of Jessica Bennett while she lives in the FAYZ. If I get the courage, maybe I'll write a story about her with a plot and some action...I just really liked the idea of her charater and wanted to write about it. so maybe...maybe not...whatever.

Rated T for later chapters

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Jessica Eagle-eye Bennett.

Becoming a part of the FAYZ had been difficult for Jess. As it had been for all, but she hadn't just lost her parent, she'd lost the only thing in her life that had ever been constant. She and her mother had moved around a lot, the only thing Jess knew about her father was that he ran off, her mother said, when he realized what parenthood really entailed. Her mother had made Jess feel safe, through all the moving and change she'd known that her mother would always be there for her. Jess wasn't a popular kid, she preferred to be alone at lunch, anonymous, unseen, she didn't have many friends and none of them were very close. Despite wanting little social interaction, Jess loved to watch people. She loved to observe them, their behaviours, and their patterns of life. It seemed like if you watched someone long enough, you could discover all there is to know about them. All their secrets were available to the girl in the back of the playground; you didn't know she was analyzing you because you never really noticed her.

No one ever did...She could hear her mother's voice now:

Always the loner, Jess. Just like your father

Why had she compared her with her father? She could even remember his face and she hated the man with every fibre of her being. He got scared and left her and her mother and never looked back.

Jess sighed and rubbed her eyes. She missed her mother so much, the pain of losing the only thing that had always been there hurt worse than anything. To make her feel better, Jess did the thing that made her feel her old life again. She watched the people in the square. She watched as they laughed together, squirming at the taste of the unknown fish they ate. they hung in groups, people liked to do that a lot more now that the power was gone and there was little entertainment other than reading books and working. Jess did her part, she worked with her hands, and it was what she was good at. She helped patch up houses after some punk decided to break a window in the middle of the night. She helped build most of the food stands that stood in the square this day. While she was proud of her handiwork, Jess never wanted recognition for her deeds. She was the girl who never got noticed, the girl who was always watching. The girl of mystery.

She also had a power. She was a freak. A moof. Whatever the trending and slightly-not-so-subtly-insulting name was this week, she was it. An outcast, had she ever opened up about it. But she wasn't that stupid. It's not like she was going to become the next freak-rights leader, she was not that noble. But she did watch people. She knew that people like her, like Sam, like Brianna, all those who were too open about their ability would always be seen as different. Not necessarily bad people, Sam was proof of that, but just different.Jess didn't want to be different; she didn't want to stand out, to be noticed.

That's the way she saw the FAYZ. she could stand atop the church roof if she wanted, shout out to the kids of the FAYZ that she could see them all, whether they were standing right below her, or in her houses or in the god-damn-now-useless-power plant. That no matter where they went, she would be able to see them. That no matter what they hid under, they would still be visible to her. She could speech about how freaks deserved as much respect as normals, she could preach about how they were just the same. But in her heart, from all her observing, Jess knew that it would do no good. The effect would only be negative.

Kids wouldn't want her to fix their walls anymore. She would get looks from all the racist kids around town. She could streak all the way down the square in broad daylight screaming "OLAY!" and not get as much attention as she would if she came out about her power. nobody would trust her if they knew that her eyes, her soft, beautiful green eyes, could see through any material in their way, they could zoom in to about a mile in front of her, there was nothing in the FAYZ that could be kept form her.

so she sat, chewing her fish, watching as the kids went about their quite-less-than-normal lives...she found herself in the mood to talk to someone, she wasn't sure why. The most conversation she'd ever had with a peer usually consisted of a "huh" and ended with a "whatever" or a "cool". She usually got the point across that though not being completely impolite; she could give two farts what you were talking about. But now? She suddenly had the urge to put the effort into an actual conversation with another person?

I guess the FAYZ changed us all, Jess thought.

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