Me
Song: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
Nudge
I crossed my arms and glared at Max.
"You will stay with us. Period." She completed in response of my request to try a mission on my own. In answer, I retreated hastily to the bathroom to let my tears fall alone. I was my own person; a person who could make their own decisions. I was thirteen, for Itex's sake! I was babied. I yanked my iPod headphones from my pocket and shoved them in my ears, letting the music flood my brain and soothe me. I unleashed my wings from my hoodie, letting them fill the room. I was amazing and worth noticing. I had trained not just with her but with Fang and Jeb, too. I was old enough to remember him. I wanted to hold people in awe, to be recognized for the force of nature I knew was hidden inside me. I opened the large balcony window off of the side; secritively disguised, only I along with the other older kids knew of it. I flapped my wings, hard, pushing them into the air. The icy wind cut through my defenses, but I was done returning. I would fly. I would survive. I would thrive. People gaped openly at my airborne figure catching the rippling air currents to keep myself aloft without pressing my wings too hard for movement. The world was a scary place, filled to the brim with humans and inhumans who would gladly hurt me. I was better than the Flock, though. I was underestimated there. Max was seen as the ultimate power. No one wanted another her. The Flock would regret making an enemy of me. I knew their secrets, their defenses, and their weaknesses. I was an indestructable wall which they would not fight against, even given the chance. I bet no one had noticed my absence yet. Angel, perhaps. The others, no. And Angel probably noticed because I didn't clip her on the wing for thinking murderous thoughts. That's right, I can read minds, too. No one ever asked or even assumed. I'm just the wrong-colored computer whiz. Not Max: the imfallable and speed demon, not Fang: the silent, strong warrior, not even Angel: the hidden talent and destructive natured girl. I was just...me.
That wasn't enough.
Who cares what's right or wrong? I could do better at each, perhaps better at the evil, opposing side than the so-called "good guys." I shook my wings dismissivly. But where would I go? Mrs. Martinez's house first, followed by Itex, the School, or wherever Jeb had gotten to. You forget; I was there on all of the missions, all of the excursions. You say 'wasn't Max the main person?'
Deceptivly so. I was listening, watching, plotting. Angel's fall was seeable; a catastrophe which has always been upon us. But mine...unexpected, because I'm just another mutant to others.
I'm not proud, arrogant, or overcomfident.
I'm just me.