So...NEW STORY. I tend to have a lot of these...

So the boys never got the power, they have met...sorta, but they are in different social standings. make sense? just read on, you'll get it.

Song for this chapter might be somthing like: The Worst Day Ever by Simple Plan...or What If by the Plain White T's...lots of variety.

--Tyler--

I cannot believe how many times I have had to drag this stupid suitcase around. There have been way to many encounters with this stupid bag, shows how much my parents LOVE to move around. I've been hoping that one day it'll just die, but it seems to remain faithful to me. Like my only friend. Pretty sad when you think about it.

I'm what most people would like to call...an outcast, or maybe just socially inept. Socially inept sounds nicer because no one ever knows what that means. People can be idiots.

Like my parents. Don't get me wrong, I love them a lot, but they're complicated people. Even though I know they love me, I get this feeling they like to see me in pain and discomfort.

They've moved me around more times then I can count on all my fingers and toes. And I have all of my fingers and toes. No birth defects. Except maybe socially. I think my mom may have had a time in her pregnancy when she became anti-social and I have taken to that way of life. Thanks mom.

I've been to so many places around the world that I can speak over 9 languages, one of them being Chinese. Mom and Dad seem to find this really hilarious, but I had no other choice if I wanted to fit in with those kids. Guess what? Turns out that we didn't stay there for long, moved about 17 times after that. SEVENTEEN TIMES. And mom asks me why I have no friends. PSSH.

So basically I can't talk to other kids without asking the stupidest things. A trait I may have picked up from my dad. Stupid genes.

I think the first thing I said to a kid in my kindergarten class was how to multiply numbers. The thing most kindergarteners ask is 'Can I borrow your crayon?' but I seemed to have a different perspective. I guess I got that from my parents too. They're both nerds. Dad's an engineer and mom's a doctor. Thank God she's not MY doctor. Although she tries to be something like a shrink when I'm with her. People just don't know how to act normally around me.

I mean, when kids first look at me they seem to get a great first impression but my mouth usually changes that. I'm not ugly, according to girls, I'm hot even. At least one thing didn't go wrong with my birth.

"Tyler, need help unpacking?" There goes mom, always trying to make me see the bright side of life and make me happier. Here's a thought...if she wanted me happy...SHE WOULDN'T HAVE DRAGGED ME HERE.

"I'm good." I shook my head slamming the door and heading to my soon-to-be new room. I could hear her sigh loudly and say something to dad. As if I didn't know what she was talking about. 'It's time he got some friends.' NEVER gonna happen woman, not with the way things are going.

I hated when they had these talks. They always tried encouraging me to do new stuff, meet new people. Always the same thing over and over again. I could repeat it in my sleep.

I flipped on the TV set in my room and threw my bags on the other side of the room. No point in unpacking now.

I jumped onto the bed that smelled too sweet, and started channel surfing. Nothing was on. Except for Discovery Health. And Spongebob Squarepants. Guess which one I watched for the rest of the day?

--Reid--

"Hurry up man." Aaron urged. My little friends smirked at me as we watched Aaron writhe a little. He always freakd out whenever we were out for trouble.

I snatched the bottle of spray-on paint. The boys smirked. I flexed my fingers.

I grabbed two bottles, each in one hand, and started my little artwork. The guys all laughed and started yelling suggestions of what to write on the wall of the school. It was a little too loud. We were going to get caught, damnit.

"Shut the fuck up!" I whispered behind me. They always screwed this up. They shut up at once.

I smirked, finishing the quote on the wall. It read 'For a good time call Caleb Danvers, boys.' We all grinned turning to look at each other. Mr. Pansypants himself was in for a treat.

Perfect little Caleb Danvers. It was so fucked up. He thought he was so cool, all rich, smart, and MRS. Goody-two-shoes. Asshole. This should teach him.

I hated that boy. No...that GIRL. He thought he was so good. And he shunned all of us just because we weren't 'good enough for him' Fuck him.

His reputation was so screwed after this. Me and the boys laughed again and then we all stopped.

There behind them was a bright light. Sirens could be heard. The boys' eyes widened along with mine.

The cars came to a sudden stop and then a few officers came out with Caleb Danvers standing behind them, smirking.

Fuck.

Okay...my first attempt at 1st person POV for Covenant fanfic. What do you think?

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