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I Know My Place

Flying, I have decided, is fun. Really really fun! You get this feeling in your body that makes you feel more alive than you ever have before. The only thing I remembered once Will set me down again was screaming in his ear something to the effect of "I could get used to this!" After apologising again for Warren's behavior, Will took off, and for the first time in my life I found myself envying someone else's power. I know, I know, my mum can fly, but she retired when I was born, and hasn't used her powers since then. I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming urge to hug my mum, I never realised until exactly what she had given up for me and dad, for a normal family life.

The next morning

When I woke up I was shocked to discover I was in a very ... girly mood. And so for this reason I found myself leaving the house in a pink sun dress that came down to just above my knees and white lace over the chest. I also got my mum to put a pink insert into my hair, and had it hanging unrestrained around my face. I wore a black bra, just for the contrast between black and pink straps. And of course my high top pink converse shoes. And for a rare moment I felt pretty. At my old school I was always an outcast. My friends would always compliment me, but it felt kind of hollow, like they were obliged to say it. No guys ever found me attractive, and therefore I never felt attractive. Until Sarah. She was my first kiss, and although there was never a relationship, for the first time in my life she made me feel beautiful. And for some reason I felt that way again now.

When I saw Will waiting for me I suddenly realised the one flaw of my outfit. It was a skirt, and I was going to be flying. In a skirt. Crap! Will raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, lucky for him, because he would have gotten himself roasted! Surprisingly there wasn't much of a fuss in the end, I just made sure i kept hold of the hem and it was fine. We arrived with the first bus, which was good because it meant I had plenty of time to go to my locker. I thanked Will and headed towards the school.

As I closed my locker I got that feeling you get when someone is staring at you, I turned around slowly and was surprised to find Warren leaning against the row of lockers looking directly at me with an unreadable expression on his face. After a while our staring competition was starting to creep me out so I turned back to my locker, closed it gently, snapped the lock on and walked away. All the way down the hall I could still feel his eyes on my back.

The first half of the day was running smoothly, and I was actually enjoying myself, until I remembered my lunchtime date with detention. I considered taking my sweet time, but decided against it seeing as it would only get me in more trouble. Principal Powers was waiting for me when I got there, and gave me some big speech about how I was better than this and that she never wanted to see me here again. I nodded when appropriate, then rolled my eyes as soon as her back was turned. She opened a big white door that lead into a blindingly white room and of course, there was Warren, decked out in leather and his ever present glare. I groaned inwardly, this was going to be a very long lunch.

I made two very important discoveries while in the detention room today. One was that if you stare at glowing white walls for long enough, you give yourself a rather nasty headache. Second, Warren Peace isn't as scary as he looks, I actually feel really bad now, because as much as I hate being judged on appearance, I had been doing it to him. It was after I had conducted my staring competition with the wall that I decided I needed a panadol before it became a full-force migraine. But digging through my messenger bag was a big disappointment. Not only did I have no drugs, but no water either. I groaned and sank back into my chair, holding my head between my hands.

"You ok?" A gruff voice interrupted my painful reverie.
"Do I look like I'm ok!" I really didn't mean to snap, but you know the feeling when a migraine is coming on and there is nothing you can do to stop it? Well it doesn't really make you the friendliest person in the world, especially when stupid questions get thrown into the equation. I sighed. "Sorry, just a headache. Damn white walls." And he laughed! Laughed! I shot daggers at him with my eyes. Oh if only looks could kill. And he glared back.

He was lucky this damn room neutralised powers, because I would have fried him right then and there. I turned my head away from him and a wave of nausea washed over me. Oh god no, not here, not in front of him! No luck, to avoid messing up my dress, I lent over and quite loudly disposed of my breakfast. Tears stung my eyes as I ran out of food and started dry retching, stomach acid burning all the way up my throat. I vaguely registered a loud voice and banging, but was quickly overcome with another round of throwing up nothing but my natural stomach lining. God it hurt. I felt myself being lifted from my seat, either that or I was falling. Strong warm arms supported me until finally I blacked out.

When I woke up I was in a completely dark room. I opened and closed my eyes a few times to make sure I really was surrounded by darkness, as opposed to being incapable of opening my eyes. I shifted slightly on the bed and instantly regretted it, all the pain came rushing back to me, and my head felt like it was about to float away. I groaned and closed my eyes again.

Distant voices...

"It's nothing more than a migraine, and although painful, it will go away eventually. The best thing for her to do is sleep. So you might want to leave her here overnight. Moving her will only make her feel worse." I recognised it as the school nurse.

"Should we both stay with her? I'm on call, and I left my phone at home, so we will have to go and get it, as well as clothes and anything else she'll need." It was my mum, I tried opening my eyes but it didn't work so well this time. The voices were still distant.

"I have to leave early for work tomorrow, is there anyway I could get back in time?" It was my dad this time.

"If you want, I'll stay with her." I knew that voice too, and it belonged to that last person I would have thought would sit with me through the long dark hours of the night.
"Why Mr. Peace, that is very generous of you..."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, but it sets it up for the next one which will hopefully be a bit longer.