"Oh good lord. This shit hole gets worse and worse, everyday," I said while watching a group of idiots hit each other with books.
My best friend, Lilliandra, sarcastically says, "You're so optimistic today."
I am literally beating her to death with my eyes right now. She knows this place is crap. Ever since LaCross Academy's eleventh grade students inherited their powers, things went from bad to worse. You see this academy, that 157 people attend, isn't for regular teenagers. It's for freaks; they don't have a name for us yet. We are born with unimaginable power but we can't use it until we have turned seventeen. Lilliandra has the power to manipulate fire. Some have the power to manipulate water, air, earth and other things. There is this really weird girl with pink hair that has the power to control animals. I have the unimaginable power to control death. Yes, death. Ask me how I got this power and I'll simply laugh. I can undo death, cause death, and predict death. Lilliandra finds it extremely fascinating. I find it revolting. So do many other people. I suppose that is why people tend to avoid me.
Now, onto the subject of labeling in schools, our school doesn't judge others on their clothing choices. We just judge each other by the strength of our powers. On a scale of one to ten, I'm a ten. Lilly says she's a four but she's really a nine.
I crumble a piece of bread on my breakfast tray and watch the bits of bread turn to dust.
"Rayvn?" asked Lilly, extremely cautious.
I suddenly realized that many people were watching me kill a piece of bread, "What the fuck do you all stare at so much? Is it my charming personality or is it my good looks?"
They all turned and looked away. I bet they all would have ganged up on me, if only I wasn't the master of death. Many people thought all I could do was kill but what they fail to realize is that I can undo death. Completely unhinge it. Instead of getting to know me, they shun me. Ah well. Ask me if I care.
Lilliandra grabbed my hand and dragged me off to class, while we walked, I asked, "Do I frighten you?"
"Of course not," she paused, looking for words, "I think your powers are simply amazing. I can't be frightened of something I don't understand. Also, if you kill me, you'd simply bring me back to life. We've gone thru that before."
"Don't remind me." I said, ducking my head.
A couple days after I inherited my "wonderful" powers, I killed Lilliandra. I honestly didn't mean to. She just scared me. She walked up behind me and said, "Boo." I was so scared that my hands flew up and left her laying on the cold ground, dead. I cried and cried. I refused to leave her side for hours. Finally, I put my hand over my heart and over hers. I felt the death running from her veins to mine. It hurts like a bitch to bring someone back to life. If I had waited any longer, my darling Lilly would be dead still. Thankfully I figured it out before it was too late.
"Quit thinking about it silly girl," Lilliandra said in the chirpiest voice I'd ever heard.
"You're oddly happy today. What happened? Did you learn something new about your powers?" I asked.
"Why, yes I did." She said, extremely happy with herself.
I was so enthusiastic for her. She was always trying to better her powers, with little to no success, "Well go on you little creep. Tell me. Tell me!"
"I learned how to start a flame on an object and I can twist it and make it bigger," she said eyes wide, "Want to see?"
That's when I should have said no, "Hell yes!"
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