"Cassie! Get down here right now!"
"I'm here! Quit the shouting already." I say, effortlessly sliding down the banister.
"You don't want to be late for you're, err… special school." Mum nearly chokes on the words.
Swinging the back-pack on shoulder, I look over to glare at her.
"I wouldn't be at this special school if it weren't for you!" I exclaim.
"That was not my fault. You were the one who spilt radium on herself." She looks down at her feet and fidgets with her apron.
"That's a lie and you know it," I spit. "You're the one to blame! I'm the bloody super freak who can bend cars in half and fly! Or did you forget that I woke up this morning HOVERING ABOVE THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING!"
There was a silence. (BTW, the radium fell on top of me. I'd rather not go into the details of what happened next, so I'll leave it to you're imagination. Run riot.)
Rushing out the door to avoid further awkwardness, I see my school bus. Think of an armoured van, military style. Sleek and grey with tinted black windows, now make it look like a Double Decker bus, that's what this looked like.
It was parked there, towering and imposing, it looks like it could contain a few rabid were-wolves and leave without a scratch. You get the gist, its blooming scary, even for a freak like me.
The door slides open: "Cassie Black?" they ask.
"Yeah. "
"We are you're transportation to Ashton High School. Please take a seat." The guy said it like a police-officer, the next thing I expected him to whip out some hand cuffs and say: 'You are under arrest' or 'anything you now say may be held against you in court'. You know the originals.
But no, he just waved me on inside, his expression unreadable, his face dominated by black shades.
I took a seat at the back, as far away from the other students as possible. The bus is half full, (or half empty, if you're trying to think out of the box.) with an assortment of people, from all different races.
Some were calm, some looked angry, but most of them wore anxious expressions, absently tapping their feet or gazing into space with clenched jaws.
Dumping my bag in a seat, I collapse into the one beside it, my situation dawning on me like it had on everyone else in this bus.
I am going to a boarding school. A boarding school for biological anomalies, freaks of humanity, teenagers with super powers. It all sounds so ridiculous. But worst of all I was going. Alone.
I grip the chair arm so hard that it bends beneath my fingers like tin foil, with a metallic screech the armrest becomes a fisted ball of metal that I quickly shove in my bag.
As people glance around, searching for where the noise originated and I sunk deeper into the chair.
(Not literally of course, though it would be cool to have that superpower.)