Dodging Bullets

Some believe it's a curse. Others believe it's otherworldly, that we don't belong and must be killed, or used for weapons against enemies. Some believe it's a blessing. And that someone is me.

"Joanna Mitchell." Called out Mrs. Lhonge.

Yep, that's me alright. Joanna Mitchell, currently a junior and attending Madison High school, residing in Louisville Kentucky. Majoring in biology, Calculus, and Telekinesis. You heard right; no. that isn't a subject taken in school, or even this school. I'm not insane, that's for a fact. Around the ages of 4-13, I had a lot of time on my hands since my parents were either drinking or working. They barely ever paid attention to me; but that's another story. All in all, I discovered I had this power after my first boyfriend of my life in 7th grade, Ashton Almieda dumped me after months of dating. I had been so upset and angry I thought I was going to go insane. The telekinesis kicked in when I followed Ashton home from school the day after he had left me, and had wanted so badly for a trashcan lid to just slam his face in. It did. Over time it became easier to control my power, but I felt it was best to keep my secret to myself, in case I was anymore rejected at school, or possibly put under testing by the government. So far, I've never once run in to anyone with my kind of power, or powers in general. As I said once before, I believe this power is a gift, not a curse nor to be used as a weapon unless to my need.

I raised my hand briefly from the back of the classroom, my purple hoodie sleeve sliding down my forearm in the process. She gave me a 'look', which I receive daily from every teacher for having an IPod in class. I plucked out my headphones and settling my hand back down on the desk and flipped open my history textbook to a random page, keeping my hood of my zip-up over my head as Mrs. Lhonge began preaching.

I toyed with my pencil, pushing the golden-yellow Ticonderoga back and forth in front of me. I stared blankly at the desk desperately wishing for the day to end already! I glanced up at the clock, the little hand speeding along the numbers printed on its surface while the bigger hand sat sluggishly on the minute mark, taking its sweet time. I glared at the clock, willing the handle to arrive on the 5 as fast as possible. Sure enough, it flew past the other 2 minute marks and halted on the 5, sounding the end of the day and the end of this pointless lecture. I gathered my belongings in to my hands, stuffing my pencil in my reading book and shutting my text book, shifting it under my arm and making my way out the door. I made my way to the door, only to be stopped by a stern Mrs. Lhonge.

"You stay, Ms. Mitchell, since you didn't seem to be too entertained with my lesson I think you should wait back a few minutes to let it soak in."

I nodded stiffly to her, turning back to the nearest desk and rolling my eyes. Teachers. I pulled the chair back, setting my books back down on the table and taking a seat. I tapped my fingers anxiously on the onyx stained surface and glanced at the clock, then back at Mrs. Lhonge. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in school longer than I should have to be.

I glared at the clock again, willing it to skip by 3 minutes in 3 seconds. I turned to Mrs. Lhonge, clearing my throat and speaking. "May I leave now?" I asked, fake manners pouring into my words. She nodded stiffly, and I grabbed my crap and rushed out of her room. She was really annoying.

I made my way down stairs and to my locker, punching in the combination and giving the handle a hard tug, jerking it forward and opening the locker. I glanced around the hallway. Silent and empty... I stuffed my books in to my locker and pulled out my bag, slamming the locker shut in the process. I turned to the door, making my way to the obsidian portals of freedom that divided Heaven from Hell.

Click. The lights overhead by the door faded out, leaving the doors in a shadowy depth. I shrugged; even though I was a little nervous I made my way to the doors, giving them a heavy push. Nothing. How were the doors locked by the outside? I turned to the right of me, glancing down the hallway. Voices drifted in to the hallway, kids' voices. I wandered down the hallway, the lights all turning out behind me as I walked. The funny thing way, I wasn't the one doing it. I turned around, walking backward toward the voices as I kept an eye on the eerie darkness behind me. The voices drifted nearer, gratefully... but the lights continued to turn off as I walked under them. "Hey."

I jumped violently, completely startled by the voice I had heard. I glanced around quite frantically, my gaze resting on a petite but moderately tall girl, her hair was short, dark brown that went up to her ears maybe, and was pulled back into tiny pig tails. She was also very pale, like she preferred the warmth of a light bulb rather than the sun. Her jean jacket and skirt showed she wasn't afraid to express herself, since jean jackers were looked down upon in the school. She had on black knit tights with holes in them and black, beat up combat boots. Her shirt was a dark, deep purple that contrasted a lot with the light denim in her wardrobe. "W-who are you?" I stuttered, hoisting my bag up on my shoulder and glaring at her. I would hit her with something if I had to. "Jordan." She whispers fiercely, "Get in here." She motioned to the opened door, the room was dark but I could see the glare of electronics coming from the room; and she was my age, so what's the harm. I walked in to the room, and she abruptly shut the door behind me. Around the room were 5 other people, standing there and staring at us. "The lights. They're coming." She said gravely. "Who's coming?" I said aloud into the dark room. Everyone shushed me. "The SHL." I giggled at that. "The Shl?" I asked, continuing to giggle at the newfound word. "The S.H.L. Supernatural Hunting League. You won't be laughing when they give you the choice of killing everything or killing yourself. Stick with us and you'll live. Well, you should." She whispered.

The last thing I saw was the bright flash of fire, before the loud boom of explosions and grey smoke blinded my sight of everything and anything.

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