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Peace?

The next day, I had pretty much everyone avoiding me. I had about a two or three feet radius around me where no one came near me.

As if I was about to combust spontaneously. I didn't care. I liked my loner label, and being able to live up to it. I didn't want to deal with anyone just then.

Honey found me pretty early on, and didn't say a word. She took hold of my hand, and squeezed my hand gently, guiding me to homeroom.

Harry spotted us immediately, and pulled us into the seats at the back of the class, to talk. Not about what happened the day before, but anything in general.

Peace walked in to talk to Leila, nature girl, and Will. Leila had been forced into joining our class even after refusing for ages.

He looked over at me, his face blank, then turned to his friends and talked to them in lower voices.

"You're twitching," stated Honey, quietly.

"I have to get out of here," I muttered, "I'm gonna blow something up in a minute."

I got up and left the class room, not looking at anyone. My ipod was in my hands again, and no one stopped me, not even Boomer.

I heard a shout after me, I turned slightly to see Will and Peace following me. I scowled and ignored them, turning up the volume on the technology.

I felt someone grab my arm and pull me back. In one fluid movement, I swung round and slapped the face behind me. Peace stumbled back into Will (who was looking at his friend as though he had just told him not to do that).

"Bloody stalker," I said mildly, smiling patronisingly at him, and walked off again, absently searching through my songs as I wandered my way through the halls on my way out of the building.

"Hey Sanderson!" called a vaguely familiar voice. I looked around, and spotted Lash, and his fat friend, Speed I think his name was.

"What?" I demanded, pulling one plug out of my ear.

"Where'd'ya think your going?" it was Speed talking to me.

I raised my eye brows at him. "What's it to you?"

"We're bored."

"Awww… really? Tell someone who cares, fatty."

I didn't care how offensive that seemed, but I really didn't care. I walked off again, seeing Lash try to surpass a laugh as his friend spluttered at me.

I felt mean. I felt heartless. But I didn't care. As much as I loved Lucia and Jake. I still wandered who were my parents. Why the left me. Who I got my powers from. That sort of thing. I guess it's normal-ish for an abandoned kid to wander.

But at the same time, I really didn't want to know. I knew if I found out who my parents were I'd want revenge for not letting me have the childhood every single kid should have.

I don't know how Long I sat out on the lawn. I don't know how long Peace sat next to me. I don't even remember when I noticed. I don't even know if I cared or not. It wasn't really him I was angry at. It was just the fact that he made me start wandering all over again.

And I was jealous.

He knew who his mum and dad were. He knew where they were and what they did. Even if he didn't know why his dad did what he did. He still knew his name. Where he came from.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly.

"What for?"

"Saying that. It was uncalled for. But I didn't know-"

"I know."

"Why doesn't anyone…?"

"Coz I don't wanna be known and the nobody kid. Trash-can baby. That kinda thing." I shrugged. I gazed across the sky again. "Truth is… I don't know who's powers I got, coz they were almost definitely inherited. I wasn't exposed to radiation or what ever."

"Oh…"

"Sorry I fired up on you."

"I deserved it."

I looked at him startled. We were having a relatively normal conversation and not starting an argument. That was a first.

"I shouldn't have said father like son," I added finally, repenting for almost all I had done to him the day before.

"It's true." I looked at him startled. "I am like my dad. Insane temper, letting loose easily, not keeping it in check." He shrugged, his knees brought loosely to his chest, "dad made it become part of his villainy. I… I let loose occasionally and try not to… blow as often." He finally looked at me. "Like father like son."

"I mean what I said though." He stiffened. "You haven't given me any reason to believe that you're any different from your father just yet. 'Cept till just now."

"Oh. Right…" He frowned looking off into the distance. "Hey, Sanderson?"

"Yeah?"

"We're cool, right?"

I shrugged. "We're not friends if that what you mean."

"Nah. I mean… we ain't really gonna get into any more… uh…" he struggled for the word.

"Fights?"

"Well… they're not fights-"

"Close enough, Peace," I snarled at his cocky tone.

He just looked as though he wanted to pat me on my head. Patronising git. "Yeah yeah. No more?"

I shook my head. "Truce time."

"Cool," he nodded. He got up and let me be. I half wandered what a truce with Peace would be like.

Not for long though. Honey came up and tugged at my hand to come to first period. I got up slowly, my mind still chasing all sorts of thoughts in my mind. No longer just about my abandoning parents.

But how I'd be treated in school. How my friends would react. How the teacher's would react. I knew I'd probably be ostracised. But I didn't care, if they were so judgemental, let them. I can't help who I am and why.

I felt Honey's slim hand slip into my own, and squeeze my palm slightly. I looked at her. She smiled, and not for the first time, I wandered what her eyes looked like from behind those impossibly dark glasses. Though I knew I'd never find out.