Chapter 1

I sat in the History lesson, bored. I was twirling my pencil in and around my fingers, whiles looking at the clock.

"10 Minutes" I said to myself, yawning.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared over me, I turned my head up to see an annoyed, bald, history teacher.

"Is my lesson boring you Mrs.Tyler" He said, with an emphasis on the Mrs, which made the whole class laugh. This annoyed me, I hated when people used my appearance as an insult.

"Not your lesson, It's just you" I retaliated, a slight hiss in my voice.

"Right, Detention" He said, probably wanting to smirk.

"Perfect, thank you" I said sweetly sarcastic.

My problem was I had a little trouble controlling my emotions. Wasn't too big of a problem, but I ended up shooting my mouth off too much.

I should introduce myself, my names Tyler Dale, I live in a small town called Tarason, and I attend The Tarason Mixed High School. By mixed, I just don't mean gender or religion, I mean species. There are a special group of humans that at some point, when they go through their teenage years, they go through a process called Bursting. This bursting is like a metamorphosis, where their body starts to dramatically change. This change is unique to each person, depending on their personality and traits. Some also receive a gift, a special ability of sorts. This group of humans are called Outcasts. Not as an insult, but it was believed the original group of humans who were the first to burst was part of some tribe called Outcast. I am one of these outcasts, though I have yet to go through my burst.

The bell rang and I picked up my bag, walking out of the classroom, shooting a look at Mr.Parst, or Mr.Past, as some students had nicknamed him.

I walked down the hall, going towards the detention room. I was use to having detentions, but it annoyed me slightly because I was supposed to be going to the creative writing group today.

I saw Abby, a member of the creative writing group pass me in the hall.
"Your going wrong way" She said, not stopping.

"No I'm not" I said, also not stopping.

"You've got detention again?" She said not surprised, and turned around.
"He called me Mrs.Tyler!" I said and sighed.

"I guess I'll tell the group then" She said, turning back.

"Tell them sorry" I said, also starting to walk again.

I was part of a creative writing group; through I had missed a lot of sessions. I always loved reading and when I turned 14, I started writing. It came natural to me and I have been praised for it on a few occasions.

I walked into the Detention room and sat down.

"Ok Tyler, What did you do this time" Mrs.Barker asked, seeing me walk in.

"I made a smart comment at Mr.Parst" I said truthfully.

The reason why Mr.Parst called me Mrs was because of my appearance. I have shoulder length brown hair that usually nice and straight, and I'm also a little slender and androgynous looking. For this Mr.Parst used it against me, knowing that I wouldn't have much chance of getting him done for it.

"You need to learn how to control that mouth of yours. For now, just get on with something to keep you busy" She said, walking off to check on other students.

I didn't mind Mrs.Barker as much as some of the other teachers here. She was nice, especially for a Human.

I got out a notebook and opened it up, flicking to a page and getting a pencil out.

"Emotions of the Eyes?" A girl next to me said, seeing the title of the poem, although the poem only had a few lines to it. I immediately closed my book, not liking people to read my stuff.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy" The girl said, sounding truthful.

"I'm just a little self conscious, I don't show many people my work" I said, looking down. To be truthful, I was self conscious of a lot of things, my appearance included, but I hid that with the comments I made.

"I'm Katie" She said and smiled.

"Tyler" I said, giving a small smile back.

For a while, me and Katie talked. With most teachers we would have got in trouble for that, but since it was Mrs.Barker, she was okay with it, as long as it kept us out of trouble. Soon enough, it was our time to go, as we left the detention room. The halls were cleared of students, except the few who stayed for after school activates.
"So, where do you live?" Katie asked, as we left the school.

"Barrowman lane" I said, looking up at the sky. Grey clouds filled the sky, with not much sunlight beaming though.

"That's not far from mine" Katie said smiling.
"Fancy going home together?" She asked, smiling a little. I think she is flirting, but I can't tell.

"Might as well, were both need to go home and live in the same direction" I said jokingly.

"So...I hope you don't mind me asking, but is that your burst, the androgynous look?" Katie said from no where, which took me off guard.
"Um, no, it's just me...I haven't burst yet" I said, feeling embarrassed. Most people burst in there early teens, but I took after my mom, and am a late burster.
"I'm just human, so I'm just stuck like this" Katie said, looking at the floor.
"Well, this is my house, um; want to come in" I said, feeling a little dizzy.
"Are you okay" She said, seeing me loose my footing.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little dizzy" I said, trying to balance myself.

Katie put her arm around me, helping me walk into my house.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" a young girl, a couple years older than me said.

"Just a little dizzy Jess, oh, this is my friend, Katie" I said, as I my head was still spinning.

"I'll just help him upstairs." Katie said, helping me up the stairs as I directed her to my room.

After my bedroom door was shut, Katie helped me onto my bed.
"Your sister seems nice" Katie said.

"She's um...my mom" I said, a little embarrassed.

"It was her burst; she ages much more slowly than most. She ages 1 year for every 8 years that pass" I explained, before Katie got wrong idea.
"Wow, I heard about having youthful looking moms but..." she said, as I giggled at the joke.

"Thanks for helping me, but I'm feeling tired" I said and yawned, starting to lie down.

"Alright, I'll go. I'll see you at school some time" Katie said, as she left my bedroom, with me falling to sleep.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up feeling really bad. I was still a little dizzy and I had a headache. I looked at time and panicked. I had 15 minutes to get ready and go to school. I got changed out of my clothes, since they were a little sweaty, and then ran down stairs.
"Why didn't you wake me" I complained to Jess. I called her Jess instead of mom, because I found it a little weird seeing as she only looked a few years older. She said she was alright with it as well.

"Sorry, you looked a little under the weather. I was going to ring the school and say you were sick, I already told my work" She said, sounding concerned.

"I've go to meet the people from my Writing group, I had to miss yesterday thanks to detention, I cant miss in lesson as well" I said, rushing around, even though I had little balance.

"But I think..." Jess tried to say, but before she could finish, I was heading towards the door.
"Sorry, I feel okay though, I'll see you later" I said, attaching the roller blade attachments to my shoes so I could get there quicker.

I lost my balance a few times, but managed to keep myself from doing any actual harm. I reached the school and jumped the school steps, planning on slowing down in the hall and then taking the attachments off. Unluckily, I slipped as I landed and crashed into the lockers.

"Ouch" I said, rubbing my head.

"TYLER DALE, NO ROLLERBLADING IN THE HALL" a teacher yelled at me, taking me a while to realise which one. It was Mr.Pye, my old biology teacher.

"Urhh" I moaned, rubbing my head. As I took off my rollerblade attachments.
"I was going to be late" I moaned, trying to stand up.

"Well you...Are you okay, you look terrible" Mr.Pye said, looking at me.

"Really, I thought I looked dashing" I said sarcastically, walking off towards my lesson. I knew he was just concerned, but I felt terrible, never mind just looking it.

Over the course of the morning I felt worse. I managed to do the English lesson with my Writing group, and I made more of advancement on my poem.

"Right, so how about this.

Emotions of the Eyes

These eyes of mine

They tell the truth

When the mouth lies

The emotions of my soul

Can be seen in these eyes

That are said to belong to another

Eyes for a girl

But in a boys head

Eyes that speak no lies

Eyes that shine red

With hair to match for anger

Eyes that shine a sky blue

With hair blond to show happiness
Eyes that shine pink

With hair to match to show love

Eyes that shine hazelnut brown

With hair to match that shows balance

Eyes that are dull grey

With hair to match, to show weakness

Eyes of black

With hair just as, to show depression

Eyes of White

With hair to match, to show..." I said, not being able to continue.

For one, I had only written that far, but more not being able to actually finish.

I was really feeling bad.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" Jay asked me, running over from the other side of the room with Danni.

Jay and Danni were my best friends at school. I had known Joe since the start of school, and I knew Danni for a couple of years. Jay had already burst, but Danni was a late burster like I was.

"I...I Don't know" I said, feeling something indescribable.

"You don't think..." Danni said, looking at Jay, who nodded,

"He's Bursting" He said.

And as he finished that statement, pain shot through me, as I collapsed, loosing consciousness.