CHAPTER 1.
When the incident happened, I figured I was going crazy. I mean this couldn't be happening to a regular 15 year old girl right? Most girls at my age were dealing with boys and puberty, but me? I was dealing with fire shooting out of my hands when I got mad. At first I thought I imagined it, but now its happened so many times I cant help but believe that I need to go to a mental hospital.
I walked through the narrow halls of my high school, adjusting my skirt. As I walked up to my locker I felt eyes burning into the back of my skull, I turned seeing Brittany, the most popular girl at my school, sneering at me. Confused I walked straight up to her and looked her right in the eye.
"Do you need something?"
I asked. I admit, it was a little rude, but honestly? She was staring at me. After her returning my glare with an equally as hateful stare, I admit, I was scared.
"Uhm no."
She turns and looks at her Barbie friends and snickers. I look around, hoping people aren't gathering around and take a deep breath of relief when I see it's just me and her idiot friends.
"Really? Because the way you were staring at me seemed like you did. "
She smiled once before uttering the words that made me want to leap at her and tackle her to the ground; too bad we were in the middle of school.
"Go away homeless freak."
She smiles with perfectly square extra white teeth. Screw her and her perfect… everything. I scowl realizing how much of a looser I look like, standing up to her. It's not like I have a chance.
"Excuse me? You don't know me, so you can shut up."
I turn on my heels and begin to walk away until I heard her voice, like nails on a chalkboard.
"I know enough to figure out that not even your parents want you."
I turned on my heels. Glaring at her. How dare she! This girl knew nothing about me. I felt heat rushing up to my cheeks and my eyes prick with the sensation that I knew tears were about to fall. Pushing the feeling aside I opened my hands, about to point at her in anger, and say something witty, but the exact opposite happened. Just as my hand reached in her direction to point at her, a bright shoot of light exploded from my hands and knocked Brittany back, shocked, I looked at my hands to see my normal small hands, they hadn't mutated, what the hell? I looked at Brittany to see her on the floor, unconscious, with burns all over her shoulders. No way. I did not do that. That's not humanly possible.
"Freak!"
"Psycho!"
I look up to see a crowd gathered around Brittany. Without a look back I sprinted out the door.
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