Hello again guys! I was reading up until just now and thought, 'wanna write.' I made this up on the spot out of all the stuff floating around my head and shall hopefully be a good read. This is just to hopefully improve my writing skill a bit as Im not that good at it yet. Critisism is welcomed as long as its constructive, stuff like 'its okay, but it would be better if… that kind of thing, something like. Fhjgdfdgf THAT'S RUBBISH. Is not that helpful. Plus, thanks for taking the time to read this bold thingy, not many people do. xD

Chapter 1

You know those kinds of days that feel strange? That they don't seem real? The kind of ones that seem to pass by without you really taking any of it in?

These days appear for no reason, just when something isnt the same as it normally is, like a differernt weather than usual, or an anomoly on a math graph. God I hate maths. My math teacher has a real monotone, his voice generally the type of voice that bocomes something you don't hear, like when someone you find really uninterseting dives into their life story. Come to think of it, today's lesson may be the cause of my blank-like day. Like the kind of lesson you shut down in. The kind of lesson that you'd rather be anywhere else and just blank out.

Yeah, I was having one of those days.

Oh, my name is Laura by the way. I'm not really the kind of girl that stands out, more like the one in your class you never realised was there until you had to work with them. I'm currently attending my schools 6th form. I'm an average of a grade C student, so how I managed to get into the 6th form I'll never know. Maybe It was the B I got in art, I dunno.

Anyway, I'm sat in the common room on one of my free periods right now, one of the few little perks of the school day. Unfortunately, you usually have some sort of work to do… Or at least should be doing. Come on folks, we all slack off sometimes, right?

My work of the free period today was an essay I had to write for English. Well, an essay I should be doing.

I stared down at the question paper infront of me. It may as well be written in French, no information was going in, and I couldn't make much sense of the words. I blame the blank headed day I was having.

I rubbed my sleepy head and slipped the paper back into my bag. Theres no way I can concentrate enough to get anything done right now.

Instead I switched my focus up to the television, because lets face it, you don't really need that much brain to watch daytime television.

Where I was currently was, I have no power over what TV channel we all watch. That generally goes to whoever claims the sofa chairs closest to the TV. Not that I mind that much, who doesn't love Spongebob?

Yeah I know, Spongebob Squarepants isnt typically what you'd imagine A level students to watch in their free time. You'd be surprised; they'd watch anything from the news or Jeremy Kyle to something like the Telletubbies.

Some randomer down the front then decided that Spongebob was boring and started flipping through the channels, stopping on the news.

The headline read 'Mutant terrorist attack' which suddently purked my interest a bit. I thought mutants to be alright, as long as they're not like, destroying stuff. I figure that to be a valid reason for dislike.

What I didn't get was that people stereotyped all mutants to be dangerous thugs. But normal people are like that too right? Like the standard group of thugs that hang around parks at night, you probably know what I mean.

In a way, the mutant discrimination was also kind of racist, right? News always feels the need to point out that a criminal was a mutant, but not when it wasn't, know what I mean? You would specifically point out that a criminal was black, now would you?

Of course not.

That's racist.

I rolled my eyes, not all mutants go around, destroy stuff and cause trouble. Just like not all non-mutants go around, destroy stuff and cause trouble.

Although I admit that mutants are more danderous than normal people. But only if they chose to be. Which a great percentage doesn't.

I was one of those mutants.

Although, I don't really consider myself to be a mutant. My power is…

Rubbish, basically.

I don't really count.

You know how mutants have classes? 5 being really powerful, 4 is pretty powerful, 3 is powerful-ish, 2 Is average, 1 is..

Me.

I grimaced when I heard someone behind me go into a lecture to her friend about how horrible mutants are, obviously having been watching the news broadcast on the TV.

'Ugh! They just go around like they own the place! You see them in town at night, with like, green skin, jumping off walls, it's disgusting!'

None of these things really applied to me, but you can't help but feel a little offended, like if someone offended the football team you support. Not that I really like football. Or 'soccer' as you may call it.

I heard her friend mumble something that sounded like agreement and probably nod.

I really hate people like that; there could be a mutant in the room who would find that really offensive. Like if you were talking badly about someone while in that person's earshot.

My dad always told me that oppinions are meant for you only. I'd have to agree with him on that. I always try to be a generally nice person, one of my favorite phraises was Ahorriblepersonalitycanmaketheprettiestgirlsugly.

How true that was.

I looked up at the TV again, I hadn't been paying that much attention to it as of yet, I still didn't know what the hell was going on.

The mutants in question are still unknown, they all managed to flee the scene before authorities arrived; this was thought to be a rogue gang of a small amount of mutants, possibly unrelated to The Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood. Now that was a name commonly recognised. And Im not going to lie, that name does really freak me out. You never know what they will do next, or where, or if you may be caught up in it. The thought sends shivers down my spine, it really does.

The next thirty minutes or so went by pretty quick, and before I knew it, it was time to go home. I stood up and couldn't help but take a peek at the girl from earlier, that had done nothing in the past hour but talk some more about mutants.

She was just as I had her imagined to be, forgive me for being stereotypical, but you probably had the same image in your head.

If you guessed tons of make-up, a little too much cleavage hanging out, a bird's nest of streaked and dyed hair and was still talking like a motor, you were correct.

I really don't know why there was so many of these girls in our school, to be honest.

I also glanced over and saw a blonde guy in the corner, I hadnt really noticed he was there, but he was looking at that chatty girl in the same way I was... I think.

Perhaps hes a mutant and overheard that girls conversation too? He seemed to be offended by what she had said; I guessed she at some point hit the nail on the head about him as she was talking. He looked quite sad and had an expression of deep thinking on his face.

That's when he stood up and exited the room pretty quickly; his long legs made it look effortless to travel around 30mph acroos to the door and slip out. Well, it probably wasn't that fast literally, you get what I mean.

After packing my various junk spread out on the table into my bag I flung it on and made for the door also.

I collided along the way with guess who, she pushed past me and strode out of the room with her friend in tow.

I sighed to myself and proceeded to walk through the double doors which led outside. The air was cold today, and I couldn't help but shiver as the breeze hit me in the face and I practically wrestled with the door to close it behind me.

I grimiced as I found that the girls had apparently taken this route aswell, walking a few feet ahead of me. Jesus, I can still hear them talking. I reached down and popped my headphones in, blocking out the ear pollution that was their voices.

Up the hill, I could see the guy from earlier; let's hope he didn't have sonic hearing or something.

Alright, that the end of this chapter, reviews will be appreciated, and hopefully I'll make something more interesting happen in the next chapter.