CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO MY WORLD
"Hey! Stop that!" I look up from my book to see Coral splashing water on some poor nerd.
"Why would I? It's not like you can't use your gift to fix yourself up." I try to go back to my reading, but the sniffling coming from the nerd is making it hard to concentrate.
"I can't dry myself off at will, that's not how my powers work." I look up from my book again only to find Coral's face turning red.
"Whatever, it's your problem now. Besides, it's not like I did any real damage to your outfit. It looks as if a blind grandma had made it." She flips her glossy hair behind her shoulder, smirking.
"You said it girl," I look to my right and groan mentally. It looks like the elementals have decided to take residence because Terra has now graced us with her presence.
"So, mud pie?" I must've had a disgusted look on my face because Coral is now approaching me. "What are you making that face for?" I guess now I'm their target.
"No reason." I went to put my book in my bag but Ember had decided to take it from me, the whole clique is here.
"You sure? Because it seemed as though a mud pie wouldn't have been fun to watch," Ember whispered in my ear, her hot breath gave me goosebumps. I honestly do not feel like getting burned today.
"Hey, isn't that the girl with no powers?" It was Terra.
"You're right," Coral has a smile on her face. "It is the fraud."
"How does a human like you get in a school for apexes like us?" I looked past Coral and I can see the nerd trying to leave the room as quietly as possible.
"I'm not human," I can hear them trying to hold in their laughter.
"Oh that is such bullshit! Even if it isn't, what can you do? I mean, our powers are not prohibited for us to use, so there shouldn't be a problem showing us what you can do."
I don't answer her, I don't even look at her. "Oh come on. Don't be such a baby, you can do it I believe in you."
I still don't say anything. If I do, I don't think that I'll be able to control what I say. They think that they have so much control over everyone because of their powers. News flash, anyone can't take them out.
"Say, what's your name? Unless you want to be called Fraud." This question I actually answered.
"Tora," At that moment, I owe my life to the bell.
"See you around, Tora," With that, they made it their mission to bump into me as they walk out.
I pick my bag up and start to walk out when I remembered they still have my book. I wasn't that mad that they took it, I was just upset that they had decided to take it when I was at one of my favorite parts. Fantastic.
I walk out of the common area and toward my dorm. I don't have any classes for the rest of the day which means that I'm left with my thoughts until dinner. The walk there is somewhat peaceful. The girl dorms are not that far from the student lounge and considering that we only make up such a small percentage of the world, the school is not very big.
I have a room to myself. It's meant for two people, but considering this year's class of students is not very big, I didn't have to share with anyone. I set my bag down and get my books out. I need to do my homework. The only thing that I have is an essay that's supposed to be about why an apex would turn into a "villain" and why others would turn into a "hero". To be honest I believe it's the school system. Not just the human schools, it would be this school too.
A school like this would be very similar to an average human one. Half the teachers are lazy and don't care and the rest of the kids make up their own cliques. (Depending on their powers of course.) The only major difference is the classes.
The classes at this school would not be deemed normal by a human's standard. Instead, we have to learn different spells, the psychology of what your powers may do to your psyche, and history of apexes. There are more but at the moment, the rest do not matter. As for the human subjects? We learn about those at very young ages. By the time we reach 13 most, if not all, should have knowledge of an average High School student. Don't worry, we were all home schooled, and by learning all of that stuff at such a young age, it gives us time to focus more on our powers.
With that, it is why I am now trying to write my essay on what makes a villain and what makes a hero. The subject to me was quite interesting really, because to my belief, there are no villains and there are no heroes. Part of the reason is because there is such a huge debate whether or not what right or wrong is. A child could be raised to think that being prejudiced against one race is right, while another child that has been raised to think that those things are wrong. I believe it's all about perspective. One person might perceive that being prejudiced is right because being hateful toward one group is justified for the sole reason that one person was disrespectful toward them. Their thought process being "This one person was so rude and disrespectful to me, that must mean that whatever group they identify with must be rude and disrespectful too." While the other child may think that being prejudiced is wrong because you shouldn't be mean and hateful toward a certain group just because of one incident. Them believing and thinking "A single person does not define an entire group."
I know, it's a lot to think about and to be honest, I believe that it's true. If you are raised to adopt all of these ideologies, even if they seem minor, you might end up being Earth's next villain. I have even identified some of the people who may grow up to be a villain. It took some time, and it took a lot of observing. (No I did not follow them around the school and watch them in their sleep.) You'd be surprised at how many people turn out to be heroes. (It's not a lot.)
I hear a knock at my door, nearly making me jump out of my seat. "Don't forget to fuel your brain and powers by eating dinner!" The voice was sarcastic and annoyed.
The school doesn't have a PA system so someone has to go to every dorm and notify when meals are ready. The line is also required to be spoken every time. I find it funny because the one who says it is my closest friend in the entire world. Havan (Pronounced Haven), short for Bodhavan (Pronounced bod-i-ven).
I get up from my chair and walk over. "So what are they serving today?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm not a messenger!" I laugh as he groans at his unintentional pun.
Today wasn't so bad.