"Can't I just be normal? Can't I love? Can't I be held by someone? Be held by anyone? Feel the carress of a man's touch, the warmth of his kiss, the security of his embrace?" Elita wrote in her journal. "I just want to be normal. I don't want these powers. I don't want anything. I just want to live without the burden of accidents on my shoulders. Why has God let me endure this? Why has he been so ruthless to me?" Elita continued as her lunch bell rang. She didn't want to get up from the spot she was in. All the people around her wanted her to fade away into the shadows of the earth she came from and die anyway. Everyone in the school hated her, and the one person she loved, she had almost killed just by the kiss. The kiss of death.
The only friends she had was the pen, the paper, and the light that shone down on her. That's all. Everyone else hated her because she was different, because she was weird. She finished her journal, got her books, and left the school. She didn't care if she got in trouble, her parents were drunks anyway. They didn't care. She felt as if she should just run away, fall off the edge of the earth, and fade away, like all the people wanted her to.
She looked to the sun and the clouds that hovered above her head. She needed to leave, leave and go some place where she was accepted.
"Come to the School for Gifted Children" popped into her head. "What the hell?" She asked herself. She closed her eyes. Someone was doing it, but who. She had to find out.