Let's say there's this place... A place where everyone is welcome. A place where even the freakiest of freaks oculd live normal lives. A plaec where anything is possible... Let's say you've found that place... A place where your accepted... What then?

I was having a good dream. We'll, I dont really remember much of it but from what I do it was. Really, had it not been for my classmates annoying chuckles or whispers of irritation about my current status I probably would've been abl eto get more ou tof it. Who do they think they are? Waking up a women who's fast asleep... Idiots...As if they weren't enough of a nuisance, my teacher, of course, ahd to get involved! Feeling a hand place itself on my shoulder I could do nothing but look up. At the time I actually thought it to be one of the other kids just trying to annoy me... Imagine my surprise when the evil glare I was issued was met with the familiar eyes of . The spanish teacher.
"I had expected better hten this type of behaviour... Especially today, of all days." He mumbled, smiling slightly as I straightened up in my seat. A bit of an innocent grin appearing on my lips. "Sorry sir." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked away from his gaze a little akwardly. Rumour was that if you stared into his eyes fo rtoo long, you'd become cursed. Normally one would wave off such accusations, claiming them to be too kidish to blieve, but... It didn't sound all that far off with this guy. "Detention, after school." He barked, turning on his heels and walking over to the front board. Apparently we were taking some kind of note, tellinb by the scribbles that I could barely even see yet alone read. Anothing thing I hated about this teacher... He never repeated himself.
A girl behind me let out quite an annoying giggle. So annoying that it caused me to cringe. Apparently she found my misery amusing.

Just as expected. The moment that damned bell rang I was bombarded with insults. Claiming tha I shouldn't even come to school if I don't want to take it seriously, or that I was a disgrace to the other students... Pft, what do they know? They claim I'm a disgrace, but at least I mdae an effort to come to class. There asses were usually seen outside around this time, in what we, the other children, liked to call the smoke put.
Oh, let m e explain... Your probably having a hard time following along. My name is Yuki Marioka. I'm a grade 11 student who currently attends , home of the geniuses. No, that's not me being sarcastic. That's the name of our mascot. The genius. It's quite funny seeing some kid dressed up as an Albert Einstein wanna be, run acorss the fields and stuff during school games... Anyway, 'we' take great pride in our education. As students of a higher caliber were expected to get good grades, arrive on time, adn of course pay attention during class.
It sucks.
Like my four other siblings, I too am considered 'smartly gifted' from my writing you probably find that hard to believe, right? We'll, I'm different from all those stuck up prats. I just don't give a damn.
You could only imagine what that does to my reputation. People realize I'm different and they right away treat me as if I'm some sort of nuisance. So what if I am, though? In fact, I'm a lot different then what some people may believe. I'm a freak. Seriously, you don't believe me? Think of a number between one and ten... Alright, got it?
Was it seven?
I was right, wasn't I? See; I don't even know you and I read your mind. That just proves that I am. In short, some would refer to me as a fortune teller. Because, well, not only can I 'sometimes' read your mind, I can also see into your future. Unless, of ocurse, it has something to do with mine. If that's the case, them my abilities are rendered useless. The first time this all became nnoticeable was back when I was three. My mom had taken me out for a stroll around our house, which by the way is just in front of a rather nice park, and we were resting on some bench. Enjoying the beauty around us. That's when it happened. The bench started to levitate. That's right, we friggen flew. Not too high off the ground of course, but enough to get my mums attention. Guess what happened from there on out? Yeah, that's right, I became an outcast.
Feared by most and always rejected. That's my motto. Not a very nice one, mind you, but again... I could care less. Constant years of being neglected seemed to bring out the best in me. It tkaes a real person to just ignore rude people... Rude comments... Just like the ones I was still getting now. "Idiot." Someone whispered, pushing past me as he made his way out of the classroom. I was just abut trabled by all the rest that followed. Purposely running, as if to scare me. We'll, in all honesty, it kinda worked. I'm not exactly the tallest person, so tha tbeing said this wouldn't be the first time I've fallen and been stepped on. It hurt. A lot.
By now I was the only person in the hallway. Everyone else was way too eager to reach the assembly in time to randomly roam around the school Whichw as exactly waht I was up to. Just walking around subconciously. Even if I were to head to the gym, the doors wouldn't be open. People like me weren't allowed to join the 'normals.' Too bad I was the only person like me.
I spent the time unlocking lockers, thanks to my ability, and then re-locking them backwards. No doubt in my mind they'd figure out I was teh cause, but it was fun to see their reactions never the less. I tormented those who tormented me. That's Karma. Anyway, the little activitiy took some time out of my day. But overall I was still left waiting. Bored. Nothing to do.
I had taken out my ipod, and was currently switching through the songs like crazy. Trying to land on on ethat I wouldn't actually mind listening to. And what do you know? Fifty seven songs later and I found it: Through the glass by stone sour. It was an old song, sure, but also one of my favorites.
My random walking had led me to the stairwell. Not just any stairwell, but MY stairwell. It was the biggest i n the school and had a huge window overlooking the grounds. Pretty, considering how close to summer it was. Flowers wer just starting to bloom, bugs were out, and the sun was shining. I was tempted to just ditch, since it was the end of the day anyway, but that would just give my parents a reason to yell. Though, they probably still would, even if I did manage to get home at the proper time. Besides, I still had that detention to deal with... Quietly I sat down o n the small ledge that they had put out just in front of the glass, to give students a place to relax during their breaks. It was convenient to me. No one else come up here unless walking to class. Thinking that iwas tainted due to the fact that, well, 'Yuki's a freak.'
"Yeah, I'm a freak... And there a bunch of jerks." I thought aloud, shifting a bit out of nervousness as the song I was listening to changed; Throw your hands up by the stereos. Another good band. My attention turned to stare at teh small black car that had just pulled into the student parking lot. It took it's place beside mine, yet no one left the vehicle. Anda that's when I started to panic. What if whoever it was was trying to steal my car? The windows were tinted, and I'm positive I had never seen it before... Jumping to my feet I squinted my eyes in hope of reading the liscence plate... DesTiny?