"Oh sure, make fun of the black kid!"

We all sighed. I stood up with my emptied breakfast plate in my hand, "David, you're not black." I put the dish in the almost-filled dishwasher. David was Hispanic, with dark, short hair and dark eyes to match.

Justin, who had originally been making fun of him, leaned back in his chair, sipping his Coke, shrugged and took another sip of his soda. And then he ran a hand through his disgustingly poufy mullet thing. His brown eyes traced the room, and we all gave a sort of glare at him as his eyes' stare landed on each one of us.

Ben walked in from outside, the dogs running in the room before him. Grayson, Cassie's dog, made sure to sniff each of us before scattering out of the room. "Hey, fatty," Ben called to Justin, "we've broken enough chairs, now heel." Ben shook the raindrops out of his shoulder-length, black wavy hair. His own dark eyes were glaring at Justin as he put the chair down with a thud.

"Eh." Justin replied. He chugged down the rest of his Coke, chucked it at the recycling bin, and missed.

David, who laughs at practically everything, started cracking up loudly and obnoxiously.

"Shut up, white boy!" Justin shouted. We sighed, again, as he often contradicted himself.

I started walking back to my seat, "You're an idiot, Justin. First of all, you're white. Second, David isn't. Get it right.

Me, with my piece-of-crap, medium length, curly some days, wavy others, dark chocolate hair. Yes, dark chocolate. Justin has told me more than once that my hair looks appetizing, creepy I know. That and my hazel "cookie" eyes. But really, what the hell?

"David, your laugh is so loud, and I think Justin woke Destinee up," came a voice from the stairs.

And hey, look, it was fresh-out-of-bed Cassie, her wavy and equally dark hair all over the place around her head. She was rubbing her coffee-colored eyes, and mashing her lips together as they broke through the overnight layer of hardened saliva. "What's for breakfast?" she asked.

I shrugged and Jon answered from his place at the far end of the table, closest to the stairs, "I dun no, Jake's attempt at eggs Benedict."

From the game room came a "Hey, shut up!" and we recognized Jake's voice.

Jon was kind of like the geek of the group. Acne, dirty blonde hair that covered his forehead and ears, and his nerdy glasses that hovered over his blue eyes. Jake, however, considered himself to be the tough guy. Beach-blonde hair and eyes that changed from hazel to blue over the change of the seasons. He was always wearing t-shirts, even in the winter.

Cassie looked at Jon with a curious expression on her face, "Jake knows how to make eggs Benedict?"

I answered this time, before Jon could, "I told him like, five minutes before he decided to make it. Which is why it's only an attempt."

And then we heard a door slam, and Cassie and I exchanged a look of amusement. The boys groaned, they knew what was coming.

"Ooooh, you guys are gonna get bitched at!" Cassie said sleepily, grinning ear to ear. Jon put his head on the table.

Destinee, our almost-platinum blonde sexy beast, came stomping down the oak stairs, her straightened and unwashed hair bouncing with each step, her azure eyes narrowed. It was obvious she woke up only moments ago.

"Friggin' fat bastard! I'm trying to fucking sleep! Unlike you, I was up all night trying to see if today was safe to go and whatever. Be public. As in, I was making sure your ass was gonna be okay!" she screamed. Destinee just loved screaming and swearing. And when she combined them it usually wasn't good.

Before Justin could answer, or shout back, rather, another voice chimed in from the game room, "Ahh, Des, quit yer bitchin' and go back to bed."

Des glared at the direction of the game room, as if she could penetrate the walls and stab the voice's owner. "Shut the hell up, Adam. No one asked for your suck-ass opinion."

Adam just laughed his funny little laugh like Dessy wasn't tempted to force me to kill him. Adam, with his gelled-down, regular chocolate colored and straight hair, and his hazel eyes.

Yeah, this was pretty much my family.

And yes, they were God-awful annoying sometimes, but they were still my best friends and I wouldn't be the same without them.

Alright, so you're probably wondering why nine thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, (plus Jon, the oldie's fifteen,) were doing all alone in one huge house.

For one, we stole the house. Literally. But I can't tell you how without telling you why we're hear in the first place.

Well to say the least, we're Gifted. As in, each one of us possesses a special power. So yeah, we're pretty much kick-ass.

I'll do this in ABC order: Adam is the time-freezer of the party, which is only sort of helpful if there was a one-man job that needed to be done. Ben's got the super strength, which definitely comes in handy. Cassie was telekinetic, which is just a fancy word for saying she can move stuff with her mind. David can control electricity, which is why we don't have a bill. He, Jake and Adam a way through researching in the library to permanently wire out house with unlimited electricity, as long as David was alive. Destinee is psychic, so she can see into the future. Although Des has had her power the second-longest, (after Ben,) her power is the least developed. She has to concentrate really, really hard to see anything. She does, however, get very strong sudden visions when the situation is intense enough to trigger one. She is extremely helpful, and has saved us many times. And then there's me, Hailey, who can manipulate people's minds. Brain control. With an extreme amount of energy, I could probably kill someone, although I never have. Being manipulative is quite fun actually, I could wipe someone's entire memory if I felt like it. Anyway, Jake was the water guy, the hydrokinetic. He can move and control water with his mind, and he usually practices this by flushing the toilet. Like, without pressing the handle thing. Yeah, so he could pretty much create a tsunami if got bored enough and decided he'd destroy some towns. He's the reason we don't have a water bill. Jon's the creepy mind reader, who would stare at our foreheads and know what we're thinking. He had to concentrate on our foreheads only though, so we could turn around and be fine. Justin's the person who can teleport, at any second he'll pop up in front of you and then you get pissy and he gets pissy because you're getting pissy. Sometimes he popped up in the bathroom when someone was already in there. Yep, that's us.

So anyway, our house.

Well there was this billionaire who died, and he was donating his mansion to the town to set up a new museum, since the old museum was a piece of crap. We needed a house that had at least nine bedrooms, and what do you know, that one had ten. We couldn't let it go to waste on some stupid new museum.

Cassie, Ben, and Justin did the dirty work, per say. But we all tagged along, just in case.

We can combine powers to a certain extent through physical contact. Say, if I had my hand on Justin's shoulder, he could make other people teleport by looking at them, instead of having everyone hold his arm, which was the normal procedure. Oops, getting off track.

So, in order to teleport the house into it's current location, smack-dab in the middle of two Appalachian mountains in New Hampshire, we needed to move it off the foundation before Justin teleported it. While Ben had one of his hands on Justin and Cassie, Cassie used his strength to lift it, and then Justin held the edge of the house and teleported all of them, (the house, him, Cassie and Ben,) to New Hampshire.

Now, there are some people who take walks and stuff and sometimes stumble upon our little hideaway. Well, Justin teleports them somewhere, and I erase their memories. Simple as that.

We know, we're weird.

But, the reason we're out here is simple.

We don't want the Government to find us.

Over the past year or so, the Government has found us useful. They capture us and brain-wash us, training us to follow them. Originally, being Gifted was illegal. At the age of fifteen, all kids had to take a test to see if they possess or will possess, a Gift. Only a few years ago did they invent this test, and now, they had one that would test to se if the mother was carrying a Gifted baby, so she could get an abortion and try for a normal child. Now the Government wants us to join their ranks or they'll kill us, and they're hunting us down one by one. One out of every three babies is born Gifted, and lately, our population has dwindled. Either the Government has taken us, or killed us.

But, there are some who are smart enough to ban up when they realize they have powers before the age of fifteen.

We develop our powers the same time our Everlasting does.

Our Everlasting is another Gifted a different gender with the same power as you exactly, the same limitations and such. Boys get it according to when their Everlasting girl gets it, which is around puberty. Fate has written in its blog already about how we're going to meet, which has to be before we die, (this was all according to legend.)

So yeah.

Our lives are a little fucked up.