Yes, I have a million dollars so I must own Total drama. No you idiots, I don't. Wish I did though.
This is the edited version of the first chapter, keep reading!
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Gwen's POV
So here I am.
I am here on earth and here I thought I had a chance of a normal life, like every other teenager in the existence of time.
I just wish to be normal.
But as I discovered, I'm not.
I'm not normal, because normal would mean that you didn't kill people when you touched them.
For a proper introduction, my name is Gwen Clason. Daughter, sister, friend, goth. I'm lots of things, but something I can add is killer.
Murderer.
I tried to keep my power hidden ever since I found out about it, but one day I ruined it. My power first happened with this boy in my science class, he touched my hand when I handed him some safety glasses.
Everyone freaked out and some people said I was a witch for knocking this guy out. I ignored it as usually, thinking that the guy was sick or something. I didn't realise it then, but that was my fault.
About two days ago it happened again. I went on this date with this guy, we were hitting it of, even talking about if we could have tattoos what would they be of, he took me to the park to watch the bats and then we kissed.
A second later he fell to the ground.
I went to visit him. He's still in a coma.
That's when I started to wear the gloves. People thought it was a fashion statement. Until I started to freak out about taking them off. Then people started to avoid me even more.
I miss people. I hate to say it, but I miss them.
I hate what I've become. This....power. It's ruined my life.
My brother has started to avoid me and my mom is asking questions. I want to protect them from this power, I don't want to kill them, I have to protect them from it.
I just wish there was someone I could talk to about this.
But no one would ever have knowledge of me.
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What do you do when you come home from school one day, and find a letter addressed to you.
Okay, so not that unusual.
But the difference is that it talks about.....skills.
As if they were watching me.
Miss Gwen Clason
We are thrilled to tell you, that you have been accepted to Glison academy.
This school is for the most special of students with Powers of magnitude in their fields, please join our school as you can develop your skills further.
Our school has the finest boarding areas for those who live too far to make it home every day, there is large gardens and excellent teachers and classrooms, each with equally great powers. You of course will be sharing a class with 22 others of your age but you will have enough space for yourself.
You are not alone, Gwen.
For your families safety we have enclosed another letter and brochure for your mother to read. Please make sure that they read that one.
Please join us.
Principal Watson
Equal Powers, yeah right!
I looked over the letter again, what did they mean by 'You are not alone?' is this a school for powers like myself? Or just another school for students with great artistic skills? I don't know the difference anymore.
I peered into the envelope again and saw a brochure for the school. On the front were a few smiling students, god, I hate that sort of posed picture, the school looks pretty good though. I opened up the brochure further and saw something that struck me as odd.
This person in the book....they were floating above the other students, putting a basket ball through a hoop. They were all smiling though, I looked at the next picture and it was of this chick melting something in her hands. It was dripping over the side of her hand and she was smiling at a teacher who was pointing it out to her.
This was it!
This was a school for people like me!
I could control this power! I can turn it off or something!
I hugged the brochure to my chest and my brother walked by, picking up the letter and reading it. I snatched it off him before he could read it. "hey!" he yelled at me.
"that's mine!" I retorted. I quickly looked in the letter for the other letter and I pulled it out. It looked pretty much the same, as did the brochure, but it didn't mention anything about powers, just skills in art. "here, go give that to mom"
"fine" he said, rolling his eyes. "MOM!" he yelled down the hall, trying to find her. I quickly looked back in the envelope and a plane ticket fell out. I turned it over, no seat number, meaning that it was a privet jet, but the date was for tomorrow.
What kind of person is expected to pack everything they own in less that, when do I leave? How am I supposed to pack everything in less than 12 hours? Shit, better get going.
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As I neared the plane my mom got more and more upset, begging me to email her everyday. I agreed, of course, and told her I would send her pictures as long as she didn't get upset and call me in the middle of the night because she 'missed me'.
Michael said that he would miss me, he almost said it like he was forced, but I hugged him anyway.
"Better write loser!" he yelled from the car as my mom cried over her 'baby girl' leaving her for so long.
I waved back to my family, my brother was the only guy on earth who I could really trust, nope, not my dad, the lying twit left me, Michael and mom little over 4 years ago for this slutty mistress he had for years, not leaving with a good bye to our faces, the coward left us a note.
Yeah, that's all we heard from him, a crummy note.
Well, better get on the stupid plane.
I handed in my ticket, and the person at desk looked at it, then smiled. "right over this way" she pointed. I looked to where she was pointing and it was to a more classy way outside. To get onto the jet I would have to walk outside with my bags and get on.
I frowned and heaved my shoulder bag further up my shoulder. Please don't break bag! I walked down the hall and noticed that I was going to be late, shit, I started to run faster and finally got outside to the warm air.
I saw a single plane in the yard with a stairs up to it. The person outside the jet wore a black suit and glasses, he looked me over as I handed over the ticket. He gave it back to me and gave an equivalent to a smile for a tought guy like that "Enjoy your stay at the school" he said, he took my heavy bags and left me with my carry on.
Looking up I saw the door wide open. This is it. No turning back now.
I'm going to this school to help my power. I took the first step up and pretty soon it was easy, I just kept thinking over and over what this would mean for my family, I could go home and give my mom a hug again.
The plane looked pretty classy from the inside, but when I turned around I saw that almost every seat was occupied with some person. I guess I'm the last here. Kind of good as that means I have less time to fill in with idle chatter.
I walked down to the back, which happened to be the only seat left. And as I passed them, I took the other 21 students in.
First I passed these really weird girls, one was dark and thin, and the other. I could say her total look opposite, she was defiantly a white girl, and a bit on the heavy side. But other than that, the two girls' looked exactly the same. They both wore their dark hair in two ponytails and wore matching pink shorts and black and white striped t-shirts, but the worst part was that they were giggling and talking constantly. If I saw girls like that in the hallway in the school back home, I would run the opposite way.
The teens opposite them were almost invisible to me. There was a short boy with a topaz beanie on and jacket, next to him sat a girl with thick glasses, freckles, her plain brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. I thought about her she gave me a toothy grin, full of braces. Poor kid, hard to go to school like that.
So far I'm going to a school of freaks.
Great.
Oh, damn, I forgot to pack my sarcasm sign. Eh, I can make a new one at school.
Up next on the Gwen fun time show was two book nerds. The first was dark skinned and wore a sweater vest, he was reading a book, or was trying to as much as possible because the red head with the glasses next to him was talking about everything he could do at his last school, and how he was caught looking into the girls' looking room. Gross.
Across from them, I saw the meanest female ever, plus a weird dude in a red track suit. The girl was lifting a weight and reading a magazine women's health while the boy was unsuccessfully trying to start a conversation. He however didn't notice the ear phones in the girl's ears.
Behind them was this fat guy, who looked and acted like my total opposite, happy, bright, and really glad to be there. See, my total opposite. Sitting by him was a this red head girl, jumping up and down and talking really fast.
"Izzy was really excited to come here today, even more excited than when I got to see Barney the dinosaur, but that didn't end well because Izzy tied him in a knot!" my guess is that this girl's name was Izzy.
Across from them sat this brunette and blond, the latter wore a blue hoodie and shorts, as I passed she looked at my gloves and sighed, while looking down on closed shoes. Was I really that depressing?
Oh wait, let me think, goth, loner, what isn't depressing about that?
The first girl wore really preppy clothes and was bickering with the boy behind her, who was a polar opposite to her. Green hair, dog collar, and skull shirt, this had to be the bad boy, he looked pretty hot. The girl was complaining that the boy didn't have to take up so much room, because true to her word, the guy was taking up 2 seats, not one.
"Don't get worried over it sweetheart, there's plenty of room for all, you can even sit on my lap if there isn't" he said, giving a small wink at end to her. I moved on quickly. But not before I saw him move away from her hand to his face.
Across from him was 2 popular 'daddy will buy this for me' girls. One blond and looking dreamy eyed out the window, her blue bandanna and boots were so innocent, but a small bug looks like it might scare her to death. The other girl had raven black hair, her short shorts and tiny shirt. Her steely eyes were looking at my gloves, but I was used to that.
She flipped her hair and turned back to the other girl, "So anyway, I was allowed a few hours to pack, but I couldn't pack all my thinks. So I'm having a few shipped in" she told the other girl.
I had the same amount of time as her and I packed everything into a suitcase and duffle bag, mostly full of long sleeved shirts and gloves. She can live life without a whole lot of stuff, most people do that everyday.
Behind her was a short teen with brown hair and a gapped tooth smile, cute like my bro. Sitting by him was a loud and proud girl, her dark skin and large booty was trying to give this kid some tips on picking up girls, because, evidentially, he used some pretty bad pick up lines from a crappy romantic comedy movie.
"Cody, you try to impress her with compliments, not with your power. by doing that, you got here!"
Across from them was two dudes who looked like the most fun and popular guys in school, one had blonde hair, open pink shirt and a cowboy hat on. Indoors, really? Beside him was a big tan jock, who looked like who could squish me, but when I heard him talk, he was so sweet and kind to all.
"I hope bunny will be okay over the trip, I gave him lots of carrots before we left" he then took out a picture and showed it to the cowboy hat guy. The other boy grabbed the picture and sighed, and handed it back to the brick house.
"So cute dude!"
The next being was so hot that when my eye laid on him, it was just magic, he had the perfect tan, sexy abs, and the perfect smile.
Must move away from the light.
Averting my eyes I saw the last seat and the last student on the plane. He was hot, and had black hair and a green T-shirt on. I gave an involuntary smile to him before I sat down.
"Uh, this seat taken?" I asked.
"No, go ahead" he said, moving over just that bit so I could have more room. I smiled and stuck my bag in the overhead compartment. The chatter started to rise as the engines were tested.
A cool voice ran over the jet "Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to make our trip" and then that really annoying bing bong noise went off. As I looked down to get my seat belt I saw a hand before me, I looked up to met the eyes of the boy sitting next to me.
"Hi, my name's Trent, what's yours?"
I looked at my gloves in embarrassment. Never being able to touch, to feel this guy's hand was torture in its own world. Well, he would find out I was a freak sooner or later, may as well get to know him.
"Hey, my name's Gwen"