The Diary of A Nameless Girl

Sunday March 28, 2004

Today I begin this diary, a diary that no one should read but my true best friend... someone who is just like me. Someone who is a mutant. Her name I cannot tell you, but we can call her wind. I might have three more mutants to join us. One I hope is not, the other too I don't really mind either one being so. The one I don't like, let's call her Static. The girl I don't mind, lets call her Mystic. The boy I don't mind, let's call him Jet. Static, is, like her name, supposedly able to manipulate electricity. However, I'm not sure if she can. She told me of one time, and it was only a telling. I know Static lies. She used to be my friend, but not anymore. I'm not her friend because she lies and cheats. She can also be rude, and has sort of made fun of me before. She also told the boy I like that I liked him. Mystic used to be my best friend, till my boyfriend came along. Now she's sort of second. Actually, now she's sort of third. Wind, boyfriend, Mystic. I think that Mystic is a telepathist. One day, when I was seeing who was a mutant, I folded down the title on my paper at lunch. Mystic knew what it started with, and I gave the others hints earlier that made them guess it. I told them it was who believed. I lied. Mystic could have seen my paper, but I don't know. Maybe she didn't. She also tells us she's psychic, yet doesn't quite believe in mutants. Jet is a boy whom I know, a want-to-be-noticed clown. He has blond hair, and I think he might be able to shoot laser beams from his eyes. He hasn't fully developed yet, but the color red is strangely vibrant, and when Jet closes his eyes, the color you always see is red. As for me, I don't have a name. I first found out on the day I celebrated my seventeenth birthday, February 28. I am a thief. And yet... people still have what I steal. As far as mutants go, at least. Regular people... I hurt them. Bad. Sometimes I wish it wasn't like this, that it wasn't me. But it is. It is, and most likely always will be. I just want to kiss the guy I like, to touch the skin of another. Yet I know this will never happen, no matter where I go. I will always be an outcast. Wind and I are going to her grandmother's bay house this Saturday to spend the night. Can't wait till then, it's just a week away. At least Wind understands my problem. Oh wait, I forgot to talk about my power. Some mutants call their ability their gifts. Mine's a curse. I can't have human contact, but I can take other mutants' powers. It's an advantage, but also a disadvantage... Till Tomorrow.
I want REVIEWS!!!!