Simple Talents

Chapter One

The afternoon light left Ami in shock. She had been hanging around her room like a loser for hours reading a stereotypical book about a girl who discovered that she had powers and had to go to a special school.

She didn't even fully understand why she went on reading that kind of crap. All it did was piss her off. This is so unrealistic... how would they escape the government? Protection spells wouldn't work... they only stay for, what, a minute? Tops? And that's only if you have a protecting talent... and for another thing...

Enough.

Realizing that she needed to stop reading the YA rubbish that tried so hard to place its finger on the world she lived in, she glared at the book: remembering those inner feuds over logistics and realism. Not long, she found herself face-palming in frustration. She understood that her arguments with the silent books was like a lunatic praying to Jell-o to stop wiggling. No matter how hard you tried, what you said wouldn't do shit.

Tired and feeling the afternoon sun begin entering her room, she began the process of getting out of bed. It began like always, flicking back a fuchsia pink bang that was pestering her, letting out a low grumble as she did so. She began inwardly ranting about the colour pink: Pink is girly and weak. I liked the colour when I was six, but now i'm just too old for this shit. I'm sixteen for crying out loud! Next, she began lamenting over how long she had let it go unbleached: Maybe I should put the dye dates closer together. She changed up the routine by glancing down into the relentless pages one more time beyond those stubborn bangs before closing it, setting it down on her unmade bed. Next, she made the difficult job of actually rising from her resting position. She had previously been on her stomach facing the window to read her book, but now she began rolling onto her back. Next, she worked to sit up at the edge of her bunk so as she could let her feet dangle a moment.

 Her next concern was appearance. She wasn't going anywhere without a costume change and at least a check for pimples. Floating off the green and white striped bed sheets, she walked over to one of her roommates' mirrors... Alexis's possibly?

Her pink bang fell again as she took in her hair: her overgrown bangs seemed to be constantly flipped over her eyelids and complimented the longer layered hair that stopped just below her small shoulders. Her hair would have to do. Her face was small like a pixie's, equipped with a small nose, pink lips, miss-matched eyes, fair skin, and luckily acne free. After looking at her skin, she went back to stare into her own eyes. The one eye was a close-to-regular blue-green while the other almost looked like one large pupil. Staring at them, she almost felt like the mutant she was... almost a monster. She had to shake her head to remove the thoughts before moving on in her pessimistic fashion.

Next, she took in her body a little. She had been feeling a little larger than usual lately and had begun inspecting herself a little each morning. She was fairly slim and narrow standing five foot six . Nothing new or exactly noticeable. But those eyes... that hair... she felt so disgusting. In her head, she looked back to better times, when she looked and felt beautiful. Back when she looked like everyone else in her family: a darling with white-blond hair and electric blue eyes. But that was all long gone. What the labs had done and Rannolia's never-ending prank ensured that.

I wasn't afraid either back then... I was simple just like everything else... why do things always have to change?

Shaking her head again, she grabbed a tank-top and a cute pair of jeans. She had been wearing baggy P.J. pants with little doodles of Rudolph spotted down the legs under a large tie-dye t-shirt tied by an elastic at her waist,but she knew that walking around like a crazy mix of half-hippie and elf would be social suicide. Pulling her hair up into a pony, she changed into the outfit. It was the weekend and she was the only one being lonely in her room versus hanging out on campus.