9. Scott's POV
**This is a mini chapter written from Scott’s POV. I’ve never written anything from an existing character’s POV before, so bear with me. Thanks to Christina for the useful feedback. Also, I apologize if I've got any details of American school and laws wrong, I find it so confusing. xD Enjoy and comment please!**
It's almost 3am by the time I'm back home. I smirk slightly at that thought. I mean 'home' in the loosest sense. This place is a shit hole. It's just one meal and a bed better than living on the streets.
I'm surrounded by people who hate me. But worse, I'm surrounded by people who know what I can do. Sure, this means they won't hurt me. But it also means they could sell me out at any moment.
I sit heavily on my bed and sigh. Just one more year and I'm out of here. I never have to return to this orphanage again. Maybe I can meet someone who accepts my ability - Evelyn does, so why can't other people? Maybe I can settle down and start a family. Maybe I can live a relatively normal life. Maybe not. A family is all I've craved for the past seven years.
I glance at the tatty photograph on my tiny nightstand. We're at the airport, in front of one of my father's planes. We're all smiling apart from Alex, my little brother, who was having one of his regular tantrums that day. I smirk at the faint memory.
That was about six months before I lost them. Before the plane started to fall. Before my mother strapped me into the only parachute. Before she told me to hold onto Alex until we were safe on the ground. Before I woke up from the coma alone. No mother, father or brother. No family.
I wonder if Alex would've been different like me. We would've gotten through it together. He was always the one I told my secrets to when I was younger. I told him so many things, but I never told him enough that I loved him.
The rest of the boys here don't go to school. They're happy being drop outs. I'm not. I want to make something of myself. I don't know what yet, but I want to do something with my life. When I was little, I was set on being a pilot like my dad. But now I doubt I'll ever get on a plane again.
Every night I let my head fall to the pillow, remove my glasses (putting me into immediate blindness) and pray that for things to get better. Who knows, now Evelyn is here, maybe that's proof someone's listening.