Sorry it took me so long with the update. I just had some sort of personal problems and absolutely didn't want to write. So I'm sorr, but the next updates will be sooner i hope! Now have fun.

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Chapter two: "Have you seen that?"

"You've seen it, haven't you?" she asked. I nodded and took a step forward. Usually my mom was pretty cool – she has always allowed me to go to parties, drink alcohol (what is legal in Germany at the age of sixteen as long as it is beer or wine, the rest is legal when you're eighteen) to break into the house (I had forgotten the key, nobody was home and I really needed a toilet).

But she couldn't handle goodbyes, a thing I had inherited from her. Like my clumsiness, my bad luck, my talent for languages and my temper.

Well, um, I don't have just a bad temper. I'm quite… I think, you could say, partly schizophrenic. My feeling change often, one day I'm sensitive and cry fast, the other day everything freaks me out. It's just: It doesn't change in days. It changes in minutes!

I'm difficult to handle and for me it's difficult to handle since my zodiac sign is Pisces but my ascendants Leo and Virgo and therefore I'm pretty contradicting. So I'm really complicated and hard to live with. But usually you survive me.

And now, back to topic (You see, sometimes I get distracted very easily).

My Mom looked at me, tears in her eyes not yet crying but with a look that meant "Does this really has to be?"

"You want to go, don't you?" she asked. I nodded, not able to speak. I would have burst into tears.

"I guess it would be best." Finally, a few tears came out of her eyes.

"Oh, Mom!" I groaned, crying too. I hugged her harshly and said: "I'll write you e-mail and letters and text you and I'll call. I swear!"

"But it's the other side of the earth!" she complained.

"Hiro is able to teleport. I'll master that and come to visit you!" Geez, that woman was so whiny sometimes. But finally she stopped crying and looked at me.

"You'd never dare not to. You'd be grounded for the rest of your life!" she said laughing and hugged me again. "Go pack!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever!" I answered grinning.

The next day was school.

"Did you see that yesterday?" Kari Landing asked during lunch break and sat next to me on the table which was a bit complicated with her short green skirt. She was wearing that skirt, purple converse allstars and a matching top because it really was hot today. It was an old habit of us. Usually when we were in school we only sat on chairs during classes. The rest of the time we sat on the floor or on the tables.

Kari was a really good friend of mine; we have known each other since kindergarten. Kari had light brown hair, shining green eyes, fair skin and was five centimeters or two inches taller than me – her looks matched her ability. Yes, Kari had one, too. She was able to absorb and release light. But though she was a very smart and intelligent girl – her IQ was about one hundred and fifty points – she wasn't smart enough to keep her ability a secret.

I found out Kari had an ability when she was visiting a Party with me and saw her boyfriend – who is really not so hot – without t-shirt. She blushed deeply and began to absorb the lights above us. I dragged her out of the room into the toilet and talked with her. She told me, she couldn't control it and I promised not to tell anyone.

"Will you go?" Emily Brownwood asked. Today she was wearing blue knee long shorts, black sneakers and a grey t-shirt. I rolled my eyes, she knew the answer anyway. That was her ability: She knew every answer. No matter what you asked her – the number of all molecules in the existing water, the formulas in math, who was in love with whom – she just knew it.

Emily had very dark brown hair and green eyes with a brown ring. It looked really cool, but she didn't like it very much. She was smaller than me, five centimeter or two inches. Kari and I had met her a few years ago; she had moved from England to Germany with her family and changed to our school. We made been friends very quickly since she was the only one in my class whop watched 'Heroes' properly.

"Of course! I need to get practice. And you've seen these hot guys!" I answered laughing. Fact was I had a crush on Peter since I'd seen 'Heroes' for the first time. But the other characters were hot in my opinion too. Or at least cute.

"Then I think I'll go, too" Kari answered grinning and slapped me on the knee. Today I was wearing a skirt too, not because I wanted but because I'd been forced to do this by Kari and Emily. It was one of my favorite colors: bright blue. And I was wearing on white Converse and a Top in blue – white camouflage. Though Kari had a boyfriend she was always looking for opportunities. Their relationship wasn't deep or going to last forever so she was already thinking ahead.

"Me three!" Emily said grinning.

"You losers have abilities?" I heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of Tessa Ebers, my declared enemy. In my opinion she was a slut. Oh, I hated her!

"But, anyways, which one did you get?" she asked in her usual sneering voice. I'd hated her from the first minute I'd seen her. Yes, she had just moved here from Italy but because of that she behaved like she was something better. You saw it in the way she looked, she talked, she walked, in the way she behaved. Boy, if she was going to the school I probably would drop out.

"Light absorption" Kari answered grinning and let her hand shine. Since it wasn't a secret anymore that people with abilities existed we got a bit lazy with our guard and didn't watch out the whole time.

"Which one did you get?" Emily asked, and then answered herself: "Mental Manipulation? Nice. I got the power to know all the answers." This, in fact, was the reason for her good grades. But she was trying not to cheat, unlike me. I used her ability whenever possible. It was a more passive one so it was harder for me to get access to it. But now my grades were better, too.

Tessa turned to me. I could tell she was anxious to know what ability I had. But only if it was the same shit she told me I was. But if it weren't she wouldn't be the best. Oh, the poor girl. Oh, that would be my triumph!

"Empathic Mimicry" I said.

Man, I wish, I had had a camera that moment!

Tessa looked like she was going to throw up because someone had told her her parents would divorce because of her dumbness.

I had won. Finally. She wouldn't be able to top that.

Jesus, thanks for evolution!