Hello peeps! I have TWO reviews! Go me! But newayz, just wanted to let ya know that the continuation (is that a real word?) of the story is seen through the eyes of Becky. So if you didn't read this before beginning the story, that's your own fault! =P
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My parents completely freaked out when I told them about what happened at the lake. My voice shook the entire time, and at one point I had to stop and calm my frazzled nerves. But standing by me the entire time was Lindsey. When the emotions became too strong, she continued the story for me. I just stared down at my lap, totally oblivious to anything but the strong steady hum of Gabby's voice. I could almost feel the tension of the room heighten with every word she spoke. I was suffocating in it, and searched in my mind for an outlet, for the air I needed to breathe so desperately. So I cried. I let all of the pent up emotions from that moment at the lake slowly drain out of my body. It left me tired, physically and emotionally sapped of all energy, but it worked. The tension I felt only moments before was left in a giant invisible puddle on the living room floor. I gathered my courage and looked first at my mother, and then my father. Both were shocked, maybe even afraid. Tears were welling in my mother's soft green eyes, but she held them down for my sake. Her long strawberry blond hair hid her face partially from view. I longed to comfort her, but the loss of words and disappearing energy left me to only gaze at her pale face. I turned my attention to my father, expecting the same emotions from him, but his face was blank. All feelings were locked behind that tanned face of his. His graying blond hair seemed to wash out the color from his face, but his pale blue eyes were far away.
Suddenly anger burst in my heart. I wanted to shake both of them, make them see that I wasn't dead, only changed. There was no need for their tears, I thought to myself. I wanted to slap some sort of emotion on my father's face. I needed to know he understood what happened to me. I'm not dead! I wanted to cry. I'm not dead! Only different! And as suddenly as the anger appeared, it was gone. I felt Gabby's hand grab mine, and I felt all of her energy slip into me. Courage heightened my senses, and I stood up with a burst of strength. I looked both of them in the eye and said in a strong, clear voice, "I'm not what I used to be, but I'm not a totally new person either. I'm still Becky, your daughter. I still love you and I'm sure you still love me, but I'm not dead. Just different. And you have no need to worry about me, because I've still got a brain and I know that I have to hide my power. But Gabby is here, and she'll help me. We all need to cheer up. You never know, this might be more of a blessing than a burden!" Both my parents had been shocked by my sudden speech, but I knew that they knew why I did it. I think they needed to hear those words spoken aloud, given confirmation, instead of just being repeated over and over in their head. I reached out a hand to them, and I smiled as wide as I could.
All of that happened about half a year ago. My family was never the same, but it wasn't totally changed either. I tried to use my powers as little as I could at home, but alone at the lake with Gabby I let them just fly. Life went on as usual at school, my friends not knowing about that horrible day. No one ever suspected that I was a mutant. Gabby cheered me up by telling me how jealous she was. I knew that she loved being different, and this would solidify her as a freak. I don't know why, even in all of the years I've known her why she loved being different. That's just Gabby. The only reason she was labeled a freak at school was by the way that she acted. God knows she was pretty enough to be extremely popular. Long ebony hair, delicate white skin, dark brown eyes. She was so beautiful, inside and out. I can't believe she would be jealous of anyone, even me. But Gabby wouldn't have to be jealous for too long…
It was a warm March afternoon, and my friends and I were eating a horrible school lunch outside the school building. Despite her gothic image, Gabby would occasionally join us to eat. I had just settled down when I saw her walking across the grass to our large group. I waved her over. She received a few odd looks, and a few heys from my fellow preps. That's one thing I've noticed in the south. Not many people are out right obnoxious. We had just settled down into basting on of the teachers because of her pop quiz that morning, when I noticed one of the snobbiest girls in entire school walking towards us. I cleared my throat, and tried to catch Gabby's eye. She looked at me and I pointed out discreetly who was approaching our spot. She rolled her eyes and continued to chew on her sandwich. Shannon and her small crew of suck-ups, who were complementing her every move, sat on the ground near us.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. Unfortunately, she was on of the very few outwardly obnoxious people in the south. Gabby turned to look at her in disdain, and answered, "What does it look like I'm doin, genius? I'm eatin."
I could see how pissed Gabby was getting, and tried to change the subject.
"So, has anyone seen any good movies lately?" I asked desperately. They just ignored me, and continued their icy stare-down. Shannon's eyes narrowed and she said in an arrogant voice, "Don't you know that freaks aren't allowed to sit over here?" Normally, Gabby would have taken that as a complement, but Shannon had risen her dander. "Then what are you doing here?" she asked coolly. I knew that when she sounded like that, she was as dangerous and hypnotizing as a cobra. I glanced nervously between the two flashing eyes, Shannon's fake blue contacted ones, and Gabby's…silver ones?
I looked again, trying to see if I had imagined it, but it was there, bright as day. Her dark, almost black eyes had changed to metallic silver color.
As her anger built, the pupil of her eye changed to a tiny slit, similar to a cat. I didn't know what was happening, but I prayed to every holy deity that no one would notice. Shannon turned away, but I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she searched desperately for another insult. Seeing her loss for words, Gabby turned triumphantly back to her half eaten sandwich, her eyes turning back to their dark brown color. But Shannon wasn't done. No, she still had many more levels to sink to. "Don't you belong with your own kind? You know, your own species? Or better yet, head back to your shack of a house with your poor alcoholic family. I bet you don't even know who your father is, do you? Probably some hobo your mom found on a street corner." She ended, her airheaded friends laughing behind her. I gasped, shocked at how low she had gotten. Gabby's eyes changed back to her silver color, and I saw her hands ball up into fists. "Take that back, now!" she hissed angrily. Shannon turned to her, still laughing at her own stupid insult. "Apologize? To you?" she burst into another fit of laughter. There was no way to stop Gabby, and personally, I didn't want to. I saw Gabby's fist strike out with lightning speed. I heard the sharp crack as Shannon's nose broke, and watched as crimson blood seeped through her fingers that were holding her nose from view. Her contact blue eyes teared up from the pain. She glared daggers at Gabby and whispered through her hands, "Why you nasty little b-"
"What is going on over here?!" I heard the principal's strict voice shout. Shannon immediately started to cry, blaming everything on Gabby. I tried to protest, but the principal would here none of it. She grabbed Gabby's wrist, and practically dragged my friend away. I didn't see her for the rest of the day, so I assumed that the principal had sent her home. Getting into trouble wasn't anything new to her, so I didn't worry to much that she was upset about it. I walked quickly down the hall after the bell rang, dismissing class, and almost ran all the way home. I needed to know about her eyes, and figure out what happened. One thought lingered in the back of my mind that maybe she was a mutant, just like me, but I pushed it away labeling it as wishful thinking.
As soon as her house came into view, I ran up to the door and opened it quickly, surprising Gabby's mother. "Sorry Melissa," I said walking quickly through her kitchen, "but it's an emergency!" I raced up her hunter green carpeted stairs, coming to Gabby's white door. I knocked quickly and walked as calmly as I could inside. I knew her room as well as mine, but I liked her it so much better than mine. Each wall had a different painting on it. One showed an angel riding a solid white horse. Another showed the magical elegance of a medieval masked ball. Ladies twirled in bright silk dresses, decorated with jeweled masks. Their partners were dressed in richly colored fabrics, each never letting their eyes turn from the ladies. The scenery she had painted behind them was amazing. Tall blue marble pillars chiseled with mythical scenes stood in the background, each one decorated differently from the others. Ivy clung to the golden gilded rails of the grand steps that many new couples walked carefully down. Soft marble set the scene for the floor onto which the couples danced. A great feast rested on the long tables, soft smoke curled from the hot foods, nearly forgotten. Musicians sat in the corner, gently playing the soft waltz that the royal attendance was dancing to. She had worked on this one forever, wanting to get every detail perfect. Not a single mask was exactly the same as any other. I was amazed how she could make the painting come to life.
Her newest one was a darker painting, showing a deep red scaled dragon, smoke curling from his small nostrils. He crouched in his volcanic home, lava spurting from holes behind him. She was still working on his face, trying to bring it to life. She stood on a sheet of newspaper, trying to keep any paint from dripping on her black carpet. I sat on her lightly faded comforter, watching her arm move to perfect every detail.
"So how much trouble are you in?" I asked. She turned around with a grin, and put her paints and brushes down.
"Well hello to you too." She said, wiping her hands on her apron. I smiled and started to dig in my backpack.
"Here," I said, handing here some of her homework. "Teachers told me to give it to you." She leafed through the papers, reading various notes they had left on the pages. She grimaced at them, and put them down on her crowded desk. "Great. To answer your question, I didn't get in very much trouble. I explained as calmly as I could what happened, tellin her why I did it. She's a lot more understanding than we give her credit for." She said, sitting beside me. I looked at the ground and turned inquisitive eyes to her face.
"What happened when you were arguin with Shannon?" I asked. She turned to me, confused.
"Well, she got me mad, and I punched her in the nose. What needs explainin?" I shook my head, and tried to clarify what I meant.
"When you were angry at Shannon, your eyes changed. They turned silver and the pupils slitted like a cat's." I said. She just gave me a funny look, but sudden remembrance changed her expression.
"I remember feeling my eyes move, sorta like they were alive. I was to mad to really pay it any mind." She replied.
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