All the hurt, all the lies, All the tears that they cry, When the moment is just right, You see fire in their eyes

Chapter Three

I sat one of the plump brown leather arm chairs in Mr Ngyma's office. His office was a small, slightly cramped room which was brightly light by the artificial lights and the rays of the sun breaking through the cheap linen he had for curtains. The creeping rays of noon almost blinded me with the light they provided. Mr Ngyma was opening and closing various filing cabinets he had at the back of his room rather furiously. He seemed to be mumbling to himself in annoyance. The desk that sat in front of me was ebony in coloured stained by tea and several scratches. On the desk there was a towering pile of sheets that seemed to tilt to the side, almost toppling over completely. Several cup stains were all over the desk, it seemed he utterly ignored the coasters he was provided with. The mug that sat on the table was white in colour, a black question mark on the front of it as if to suggest Mr Ngyma was a questioning man. The almost colourless steam rose from the cup into the air before dispersing elsewhere. I caught a waft of the aroma that reminded me of home and my father. My father had some strange philosophy that all could be fixed with a good cuppa and digestive biscuit. How I would give anything to be with him right now.

I remembered home so fondly that I couldn't tell if it was a nostalgic memory through rose tinted glasses or the truth about home. I remembered the battered old sofa that sat in the corner of the room. The tiny television you had to squint to see. The badly painted walls, blemished by globs and spots. The mirror that was hung up lopsided but was never more in fear of ruining what me, Zoë and dad spent so long trying to make home. The house was too big, too old but too precious ever to sell. Dad still had the first ever picture I drew stuck to the fridge. The carpet was moulting and the stair's nearly bald. It was the crummiest house you could image, dirt got everywhere. It was nearly impossible to clean or find anything. The imperfections made it perfect. The Nova Academy was clean and pristine, it was beautifully decorated and classy beyond anything else. It lacked character. It was just another big house with nothing to show. It was just cold.

Mr Ngyma took a seat in front of me, in his hands a bag of cotton wool balls. On his desk there was a glass bottle filled with TCP, I knew it in almost an instant, it was the smell of my childhood. From scrapes, bumps and bruises TCP dealt with them all. Mr Ngyma unscrewed the white cap on the brown bottle, my senses were attacked by the overbearing smell of medicine. He gently poured some of the liquid onto the ball of cotton wool.

"This may sting a little," he cautioned.

He leant across the desk carefully pressing the cool ball of cotton to my cheek. I flinched slightly at the cold sensation on my face. There was once a tingling sensation on my cheek from the cuts but now there was nothing but a cold soothing numbness. He took back the cotton wool ball back, tossing it in the bin he kept next to his desk.

"What happened?" he asked concerned.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. I exhaled deeply, shrugging my shoulders. I liked Mr Ngyma but I really didn't want to have to explain the whole thing to him. Frankly I didn't want to relive it at all. I looked down, my eyes not daring to meet his soft brown questioning ones.

"Please Liberty, I only wish to help you," he spoke softly.

I looked up at him, his eyes locking onto mine. As far as I could tell he was being truthful. He smiled sadly at me when I made no attempt to respond to his kind gesture. He let out a long sigh, before rising from his desk. He began to take some of the pages from his desk, either folding them in half, throwing them away or moving to the back of the room to put them in the filing cabinets.

"I did this," I replied after sometime.

He turned to me slowly, his expression mortified. He walked towards me, kneeling in front of me attentively. He placed his hands over mine, holding onto my gaze refusing to let me out of what I just walked myself into.

"Liberty I know it seems hard to understand but hurting yourself will not stop the pain. Talking to someone will. When I was your age I went down the same path, hurting myself seemed like the only relief from the numb agony I had fallen into. This is a dark path and bottomless pit you will keep falling into unless you let me help you. I got help too, you deserve just the same," he told me, still staring at me with the most concern I had ever seen on a teacher's face.

I let out a little chuckle, smiling at him releasing my hands from his grasp. He thought I was harming myself didn't he? I was genuinely moved by how worried he was by my wellbeing. He was like the over protective brother I never had.

"Sir, don't worry I'm not cutting," I assured him.

A wash of relief flooded his face like a tsunami. He let go of a sigh I didn't know he was holding. He knelt back on his heels, now puzzled by how I managed to hurt myself if I was not cutting myself. Even if I was I don't think I'd pick the face, I would want to be more subtle.

"Well, you see the thing is, I overloaded the lights with electricity and the glass shattered hurting me in the process," I tried to explain.

He looked at me baffled, giving me the look which said I have no idea what you are saying. Is your mental wellbeing alright Liberty? I bet you're wondering how I got all of this just from one single expression, well I had a lot of experience in this field. People always said more on their face then they could ever in their words.

"How exactly did you manage to do that?" he inquired.

Yay, tragic backstory time! I really hated to have to relive all the things that happened to me in the past. This wasn't the X Factor I'm not living on a sob story. I'm here for success not pity and pain.

"When I was younger I had a tendency to give of electrical pulses, I would give anyone and everyone electric shocks. I was constantly static and I could get an electric shock whenever, wherever. When I got older when I came into contact with any electrical it would either recharge or explode completely as I would break the fuse. My dad was really concerned so he took me to the doctors for a blood test and they found my blood was like electrical fluid with a pulse running through it giving me my set of skills so to speak. This doctor told me I was special but there would be people who would fear me because I was different. Sure enough we got a call from SHIELD. They said they wished to add me to the index and wanted to remove me to a safer location. They also wished to enrol me into something called the Avengers initiative. My father was appalled and called on my mother to take me to a safer place. So that's how I ended up here. When my electric blood combined with the Xandrian atmosphere my electrical manipulation became complete, it seems this is where I belong," I explained.

I looked up to see Mr Ngyma smiling as if he understood the exact same situation I was in. He let out a little sigh of relief, I think he was just happy to see I was not cutting. I had a feeling he was going to ask if there was any way he could help me. Even if I said no, he would persist on helping and assisting me any way. One of the disadvantages of being a teacher's pet. He was fitting into the role of over protective older brother.

"Is your sister powered in anyway?" he questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, slumping back into the soft brown leather of the chair. God I could just fall asleep now. I nestled my head into the comfortable leather, letting out a little yawn stretching my arms above my head. This has got to be the longest week of all. And the most exhausting.

"No idea, she could always read people well though," I pondered.

He nodded, probably no doubt creating some fictional story about my sister being a telepath or something like that. If she's anything she has the seductive magnetism power, she had boys fawning after almost every day. The amount of Valentine's Day cards she gets is amazing. I only get ones from my dad. I was constantly in the shadow of her beauty. She was flirty, gorgeous and confident. I was nerdy, dorky and shy. I could never pull a guy even if I wanted to, not that I do. Honest!

"I can help you learn to control these powers you have been graced with," he smiled.

"I don't want to control them I want to get rid of them!" I cried out.

My eyes were covered with the mist of tears. I just wanted to be a normal teenager. I wanted to be free of this curse. I wanted to just go to the movies without fear of short circuiting the screen making sure no one else could watch the movie. This meant I never did get to watch the second How to Train Your Dragon. I just read the synopsis on Wikipedia. That was literally my life, never having the same normal experiences as every other teenage girl. There was also the possibility if I were to ever kiss a person they would be electrocuted. And die.

"Liberty, you are so special. I do not understand why you are the only person who cannot see this," he spoke with the kindness I had only ever received from my father.

He passed me a tissue from the box he kept on the table. I dabbed my eyes with the soft paper. My mascara was running I bet. I probably looked like a freak.

"The only reason I'm here is because of who my mum is, I don't deserve my place here," I sniffed.

Mr Ngyma let out a little sigh, looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Don't believe that, you are a talented, strong independent young woman you would be here whether your mother was Nova Corp or not. And that I swear upon," he reassured me.

I rose from my seat as did he. He passed me another tissue which I stuffed into my pocket. Before he could react I gave him an impromptu hug, my arms wrapped around his thin waist. He was tense but after a short moment he relaxed hugging me back.

"Thank you sir," I mumbled before letting go of him.

I walked out of small office, pushing the wooden door open. I carried my books in my arms. I had changed out of my Physical education uniform and back into my school uniform. It was much more comfortable and more flattering. Yellow was not my colour, it washed me out. I was to white for yellow. Without looking I bumped into a young boy.

"Sorry!" we said in unison.

I looked up to see this young boy in front of me. He had one red eye and the other was a light blue. I assumed he had Heterochromia. This meant a person would have different coloured eyes. I found it rather beautiful and fascinating. He has red hair that is combed back and spikes backwards and downwards. He has thin spiky beard that goes around his cheekbone and chin. He has piercing in both ears, one under his lip. He had a strange attire; he wears a black leather jacket with studded shoulders and tons of frayed edges. Underneath his jacket is a shirt that has the WWE CM Punk "In Punk We Trust" logo on it. I knew this guy, he was some wrestler my dad would fan boy over. He promised me and Zoë one day he'd take us to the USA so we could watch a live wrestling match. Zoë just wanted to go shopping in New York City. He wears a blue and black studded belt over jeans that are ripped and frayed at the knees and shins, and wears trainers that have spiky edges on the back. Also he wears a fingerless glove with has a skull on the top of the hand, metal studs on the knuckles, and a chain that connects from the pointer to the thumb on his left hand, his right hand he has several gold rings, wears a tight necklace that has a wolf on it. Was he an emo or a Goth because this guy looked crazy. I trust me I've seen crazy.

"Urm hey, can you tell me where I'm supposed to be," he asked.

I rubbed the back of my neck, confused by who he was and what he meant. He looked about my age so he couldn't be a teacher so I assumed that he must be a new student. A late a student, one that didn't arrive of the date of arrival.

"Who are you exactly?" I asked.

He shot me a cheeky grin.

"Brock Pearson. I need to meet with Denerian Dey, could you take me to him. You are a student right?" he explained.

I nodded in response. I walked down the corridors illuminated by the three suns of midday. This point of the day had quickly become my favourite. Not only was it warm and bright it was dawning upon lunch time. My stomach was rumbling like crazy. Not that you could hear it. But if you could you may mistake it for a blue whale with indigestion. I'm being completely serious.

We came to a large yellow door with a small glass window on the front of the door. I knocked gently on the yellow painted wood.

"Come in," Dey called out.

I pushed open the door, with Brock following me inside. I presented Denerian Dey with Brock, hoping he would have some idea who this kid was. Dey stood at the edge of the room, looking out the window gazing upon the sight of Xandar at noon. At first he didn't know we were in the room. He turned around to look at us. He smiled when looking on me, but when his eye line met Brock's he frowned.

"Brock Pearson, you are two days late," Dey said.

Brock took a step forward ready to explain why he was late. Or punch Denerian Dey, he looked like a rough and ready boy, one that would do something like punching his mentor. I hope to hell he doesn't punch me.

"Look, bro, do you know how hard it is to get a Nova Corp ship to land in back yard of homeless shelter without the American government trying to arrest you! Dude, never make me go through that again," he moaned.

My heart suddenly, without warning went out to him. He was a young boy in homeless shelter. I suspected if he was in a homeless shelter either he had no parents or they had abandoned him. I wish I could just put a blanket of protection over the people I cared about, keep them safe from pain. But I couldn't. we were all susceptible to pain.

"Maybe it would have been easier just to teleport you," Dey thought.

"Y'think?" Brock said.

I let out a little chuckle, but from the stone hard glare I got from Denerian Dey I knew I had to stop. If Dey was annoyed, you didn't carry on doing whatever it was you did. Whether it was talking, laughing or singing.

"Liberty, can you take Brock to the lunch hall please," Dey requested.

I nodded silently, pushing open the door letting Brock follow me. I walked briskly down the hall, with Brock hot on my heels. We were met by the familiar sight of the rude, mustard yellow haired Nova corp. This time around I made no attempt to smile at this woman, frankly I could no longer be bothered with people that were rude and annoying. She punched the code in with the fat, sausage like fingers. The doors flung open in unison, allowing us to walk into the hall to collect some lunch. I saw Reagan across the room and I waved at her, she gave me a nervous grin in response. Sat next to her was Akira, reading through one of the textbooks. On the other side of the table was Terra and next to her was that boy Jamie. Falzon also sat there.

I walked over to the lunch counter, passing over the circular lunch token, coloured in black. There were several different foods in front of me. One which caught my eye was the fish and chips, with peas and a singular tub of vanilla ice cream for pudding. I took this plate of food, placing it on my tray, along with the tub of ice cream. I took a cartoon of orange juice and some cutlery, and a napkin just in case. You never know what could happen. I walked over to the table with all my friends. Brock went in the opposite direction going to sit with Adriano, ZaRoon and Ceceus. I took a seat next to Akira, digging into my lunch. The succulent fish melted in my mouth. The chips were covered in vinegar and salt and tasted like memories of fish and chip Fridays with my dad and sister. How I wish I could go back to those simpler days.

"Who's the new kid?" Jamie asked.

Jamie looked at Terra when he was talking, he rarely ever looked at me or the rest of us when talking. He has the biggest crush on Terra. She was sweet, hyper and beautiful, I could understand why he liked her so. They both came from Hebrar, one of the most isolated planets in the universe, there being little flora or fauna there. They both came to Nova Academy, Jamie making a promise to Terra's parents never to leave her side, so he never ever did. They were inseparable and they were like two peas in a pod. Always on the same wave length, they were meant for each other.

"That's Brock," I replied.

He nodded, silently, going back to staring at Terra. She was strumming on a guitar gently, playing a tune. I'm pretty sure it was that's Alright with Me by Olly Murs. It was happy tune that conveyed their relationship well, Terra was crazy and hard to understand and Jamie was doing his best to link himself with her and show her how much he loved and cared for her. It was like watching a romantic comedy in real life.

Reagan was looking at Sam, who sat next to Xander Knight on a table in front of us. I had come to find out that Reagan had a massive crush on Sam. She told me how his eyes shimmered in the moonlight and how his cheeky grin sent her childlike heart crazy in a wild frenzy. She wanted me to set her up on a date with Sam. Frankly I had no idea how you would set someone up on a date, I had never been on one myself. She also told me she shipped me and Cal. She had come up with a ship name for us Libercal. She plastered this all over her diary, along with Ram which was Reagan and Sam. She even started writing a fanfiction about us together, I just hoped to hell it wasn't a smut fiction. Now that would be embarrassing.

Akira on the other hand no interest in dating. She was here for success and a way out of the awful home life she had, she just wanted to become a great warrior and protect those unable to protect themselves. She wanted nothing to do with romance, she said love was for children. She told me, from what she had seen in her life time she was no longer a child. I didn't have the heart or the stomach to ask what she had seen so she didn't tell me. I didn't want to be burdened with other people's pain. It would just fill me with regret.

"You talk of things you know nothing of!" Brock screamed.

ZaRoon stood in front of Brock, his arms crossed across his broad chest. He let out a little breathy chuckle escape from his lips. Adriano had his strong arms wrapped around Brock's waist, pulling Brock away from tearing out ZaRoon's eyes and possibly his sockets as well. Brock was a hot head, you could tell that just by looking at him. Adriano was the silver guy I sat next to in Mr Ngyma's classes. He was a very relaxed and peaceful guys. He was probably the only chilled out guy in the school.

"Let us not fight, this is not the right place," Adriano spoke calmly, his Italian accent clear now.

He released his iron grip on Brock, letting him breathe a deep breath, allowing him to regain his composure. ZaRoon just walked out of the room, his hand on his hip, tossing his hair to the side walking away like a model on the cat walk.

"Jerk," Brock hissed.

Reagan nodded quietly in response, even if no one said anything they were all thinking the same. He was an annoying piece crap, who made everyone in the whole school annoyed or upset. I couldn't deal with him right now and I didn't want to.

We walked back to our chambers, Jamie typing in the code into the key pad. The large doors flung open and we all walked in at our own pace, mine a rather brisk one. I flopped down on my bed letting out a deep sigh, exhaling. I opened my phone up seeing I had several messages from Reagan.

Reagan: Hey!

Me: Yo

Reagan: Cal has been staring at you all day long. I even saw him scribbling your name in the back of his maths book. One of the many benefits of no one noticing me, I can spy on anyone whenever I want :)

Me: No way, shut up

Reagan: It's the honest truth, I swear on Sam's adorable smile.

Wow, she must be telling me the truth then.

Me: Why would he like me anyway?

Reagan: I don't know because you are beautiful, talented and badass. Just to name a few reasons.

Me: You're making me blush

Reagan: I try

After a few moments of silence I received another message from Reagan. To be honest Reagan and Zoë were the only people I spoke to through messaging. Reagan was quite shy with people that weren't her friends so she preferred to message me instead of speaking out loud. She said it was easier that way. I just liked messaging her.

Reagan: Do you think Sam likes me?

Me: I'm sure he does.

Reagan: What if he doesn't?

Me: You are a strong, independent, young woman who don't need no man… Excuse the bad grammar

Reagan: You aren't very street.

Me: Yeah I'm too nerdy to be urban

Reagan: Samez!

Libby Williams is signing out.

Reagan "Ginger Twig" is signing out.

I looked up to see Cal standing before me. God I swear he was my knight in shining armour. His silvery watery eyes locked onto mine making me blush like a school girl on a sugar high. Which I have been several times. His short platinum blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight. He wore a white tank top, showing off his muscular arms. He was handsome, there fine I said it! Are you happy now?

"Hey Libby, I was wondering are you busy later this evening?" he asked me.

I looked up at him, grinning like a goofball. I wanted to come up with an excuse and tell him I am. I didn't want to end up falling in love with him. I was too foolish and he was way out of my league. Like I could get guy like him.

"No, why?" I replied.

He took a seat next to me, at the edge of my bed. He looked at me, with his soft eyes.

"Do you wanna go out and explore Xandar or maybe get something to eat. If not it's cool… God I'm not good at this," he trailed off at the end.

I giggled slightly, I guess we were both as awkward as each other. Maybe neither of us were up to this dating crud.

"Okay, see you later then," I smiled.

He waved nervously at me before walking off, his hands in his pockets his head down. The second he sat down on his bed we was greeted by a noogie from Sam.

I heard the squeal coming from Reagan, Terra and Akira. Reagan and Akira ran over and Terra climbed down the bunk bed ladder. Reagan threw her arms around me excitedly, Terra jumped up and down and Akira gave me the thumbs up.

"You just got yourself a date!" Terra grinned.

"OMG!" Reagan laughed.

I was bombarded by the girls, giggling and chattering. It didn't make much sense to me, we were just going out to get some food. It wasn't like we were getting married. Chill guys.

"What are you going to wear?" Reagan asked.

I shrugged, pointing to what I was wearing right now. It wasn't that much of a big deal.

"Noooooooooooooo," Terra moaned.

The pushed me in front of a mirror, sitting me down I a wooden chair. They told me they would take care of everything and I would look so beautiful Cal might just come and purpose right here right now. Terra covered my eyes with a scarf couldn't take any sneaky peaks at their handy work.

I felt them covering my face in foundation and applying a thick coat of lipstick to my lips. I felt someone with small hands doing my hair, I guessed it was Reagan as she had the smallest but fastest hands in the group of friends. Someone had taken my hand and had started painting my nails. I also felt someone unzipping my jacket and undoing my shirt. I also felt a soft fabric being slipped around my body, I guessed this was the clothes part to all of this. My shoes were taken off my feet and replaced by what felt like high heels. They were cold on my bare feet and made me twice as tall, which was something I didn't need. I felt the scarf being taken from my face and my eyes flickered open.

I stood up, allowing my eyes to get a full view of my reflection. My face was glowing, my cheekbones were highlight but rogue blusher and the foundation covered all of my blemishes. My eyes were covered with a min green eye shadow, by eyelashes were lengthen with mascara and I had green eye liner making my eyes even bigger. My lips were coated with a pink glossy lipstick and in my ears there was a pair of sparkly dangling earrings. My eyes next found what I was wearing. I was wearing a mint green lacy dress, coming to my knees and long sleeves in a deeper shade of green coming to my elbow. Around my neck was a golden dream catcher necklace. On my feet were a pair of nude coloured high heels. I looked like I had just walked of a red carpet or a Hollywood blockbuster. My hair styled beautifully. My raven black hair has double braid circlet around the top of my head, the rest of my hair falls loose. In my hair there were shimmering snowflakes, courtesy of Akira.

"Guys!" I squealed.

We all came together in a massive group hug. Terra passed me clutch bag, covered in sequins. I waved the girls a hearty goodbye before walking out of the building. I took the tube lift down to the ground floor and walked out of the glass door to be met by the sight of Cal.

He wore a white fitted shirt, the first two buttons undone revealing his abs. On his legs there were a pair of dark blue jeans and black trainers. He saw me and his face lit up with a grin. He put his hand out for me to take which I did gladly.

"You look gorgeous," he noted.

I blushed a beetroot colour, feeling the burning of my cheeks, and the sweating of my palms. I had never done anything like this before so I had no idea what I should be doing. In his other hand there was a Hessen bag, with a red ribbon wrapped around it, I guessed this was a picnic. We walked up a small hill and took a seat on the grass. The sun was setting silently in the sky, leaving a haze of orange and pink on the horizon.

Cal passed me a sandwich, my favourite BLT. Bacon, lettuce and tomatoes. It was in a seeded bread and had a little mayonnaise. I took a large bite of the sandwich loving the taste of the ripe tomatoes and the crunching of the lettuce and the crisp of the bacon. I felt a dab of the mayonnaise fall onto my face, staining my perfect makeup. Damn it.

Cal lent across, dabbing the mayonnaise off my face with the napkin he held in his hand. I grinned at him and he blushed. The glowing lines across his cheekbones changed from a deep red to a bright pink like the colour of his flushed cheeks. I looked up to see the night sky, beautifully highlighted by the light of the three moons. The beautiful moon, stars, clouds the light perfectly shrouding around the cloud, the fluffy abundance that made the sky look like a painted picture. I felt Cal's hand reach out my mine, lacing his fingers through mine. I smiled softly to myself happily. I lay my head on his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

If I could be stuck in a moment forever, I'd want it to be this one.

Hey guys! I have returned, I've done one of my many exams and I think I did really well! Lets all hope hey?

This is chapter 3 and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing. Hopefully I should be able to update within two weeks.

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