I guess you could say I was strange. But weird is normal here.
As I walk into the classroom, I duck as Matthew sends a fireball soaring over my head and into the bin, which Josh quickly puts out with a blast of water. I dodge the vines Sophie winds around her table leg and finally sit in my seat.
Mrs. Vulcan strolls into the classroom and lazily waves a hand in our direction.
Being able to control your students is a pretty useful Quirk for a teacher.
“Thank you,” she smiles, as if we have any control over our excellent posture, poised pens and eager eyes. My back aches at the unfamiliar shape it’s bent into and my knuckles are blanched white from the grip on my pen. She brings up the Power Point for today’s lesson. Your Opportunities As A Gifted Individual.
Her control is suddenly gone, sighs breeze out of us as we slump forwards. Beth, the girl in front of me, absent-mindedly changes the colour of her nail varnish, pink, purple, blue, red, each colour fading in and out of the next until she settles on green. I watch as she then moves onto her hair, subtly darkening the colour until it’s no longer white blonde but light brown.
“Beth!” We both jump as Mrs. Vulcan glares at the girl. “Pay attention.”
She gasps as her nails become bare and her hair turns a light green colour. She sinks down in her seat while a few of the class chuckle.
“Please set a good example, we have a new student today. So everyone try to be welcoming and…calm.”
That’s her word for normal. She means, don’t scare him.
All eyes dart to the fireproof, reinforced door as it slowly opens. In steps the new student with a cocky smile.
He’s new new. Just discovered his gift and thinks his is the best in here.
I smile to myself.
“Class, this is Alex. Alex, sit where you like.”
Alex eyes the empty seats either side of me. Part of me hopes he’ll sit there. Let him find out why they’re empty.
He makes his way over with a stupid limping walk that makes it look as though one leg is three inches shorter than the other.
Oh, I’ll enjoy this.
Mrs. Vulcan turns back to the board, carrying on the lesson despite the smiles and elbowing of the students as they watch in excitement as he sits next to me.
“Hey beautiful.” He puts his arm on the back of my chair.
Oh I’ll really enjoy this.
“I’d move seats if I were you.” I warn, idly drawing a stick man in my book.
“Why would I do that?”
I smile sweetly at him as my hand twitches, scratching a gash across the stick man. The classroom fills with cheers as Alex gasps and clutches at his chest.
“Rose!” Mrs. Vulcan cries indignantly.
I tear my gaze away from Alex. He sighs in relief.
She gives me a glare and turns to the next slide.
“Freak,” he gasps.
I smirk. “Welcome to St. Bart’s”