Hello, my name is Jonathan. I'm a senior at Desert Butte High School in Arizona. I'm just your average teenage kid, and I can gladly say that there is absolutely nothing abnormal about me...Who am I kidding?
I am actually a mutant with two unique mutations. First off, my body holds an immense amount of static electricity, so much in fact that it overflows and completely coats the outside, creating a sort of force-field in the process. The electricity, if unchecked, will also lance out to anything that can absorb static electricity within ten meters. To prevent this, I wear all rubber clothing, as it can't pass through rubber. You might then wonder about my head, which I can't keep covered 24/7, especially since I have to deal with school. That's where my other mutation comes in. I can manipulate anything with just my mind, in other words, I have telekinesis. I can use it to keep the electricity that covers my head in check. So far, I have managed to keep my mutations secret from everyone I know (besides my parents). Unfortunately, my luck was about to run out.
My story begins on a typical Wednesday at my school. I took the bus like I do every day, and I arrive there about an hour and a half before my first class (I have no idea why the bus schedule is so stupid). As usual, I go into the library to meet my friends.
"Hey," I said tiredly.
"Hey," came the response.
I then sat down, and we all began to play Poker. After a while, the bell rang, signalling that it was time to go to class.
My first class was weight training. Before we are allowed to go into the weight room, we have to get changed into workout clothes. My workout clothes consist of sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt over my rubber clothes (yes, it does get very uncomfortable, especially since I'm living in Arizona). After dressing out, I proceeded to run towards the door (there is barely enough time to dress out and get to the weight room before the bell rings again), and failed to notice a wet floor sign. I subsequently slipped, slamming my face against the ground. The last thing I heard before unconsciousness swept over me was a loud crackling sound, followed by screams of agony.
So, this is my first ever story told from a first person view. I hope it is up to standards. This is so short because it's merely a prologue. The other chapters should be much longer when the come out.
By the way, just on the off chance that anyone who's read my other story is reading this, don't worry, I haven't forsaken it. I've just contracted a mild case of Writer's Block.