The Scars Never Fade
CHAPTER I
Mavis and I walked into the school after our conversation, only for me to find that I was totally different. Today was the first day. Mavs went to her homeroom, leaving me to team up with Serena to go with her to our homeroom. We walked, with her filling me in on what all I had missed. I just kept quite and walked, with my hands crossed behind my back, military style.
When in the armed forces you are taught when you must fiddle with your hands, you cross them behind your back. Anyways, we soon got to my homeroom, which was with a new teacher named Mr. Morris. I have heard rumors that he was to be the new baseball head coach, but that's unconfirmed as of now.
I also had Mr. Morris for English, so I had another mental red flag up. I walked in with Serena dragging me by my wrist. I stopped walking and stared when I saw General Morris there. He had written on the whiteboard 'Coach Morris'. Apparently the baseball rumors were true.
One thing that I had forgotten to mention, and somehow was avoided by Serena and Mavis was the fact that my right hand was now covered up by a black Nike football lineman's glove. I was shot in the hand on a search-and-destroy mission. Since I saw the General, my first reaction was to salute, but I stopped myself, remembering that he was undercover to watch me.
This just made me mad. I was told that the military and the government would leave me alone. I had my hoodie, I had my family, but I could never have my old life back. My old friends left me, since I had become so distant, so different. I wasn't my old self.
Like I said, the old Cole Mogolov is dead. This is his replacement. It was time to get checked in and get our locker numbers. This year, Serena and Joan's lockers were to the right and left of me. I was happy to have two of my family members right next to me, that made everything just a little bit better.
It was first period chemistry when I was called to the guidance office. I went to see the lady, and was greeted by Staff Sergeant Will Wallace, or as his new title, Coach Wallace, the new football head coach. Wallace told me to report to the field house after school. I had already planned on working out with the team, but I didn't know what he wanted.
I was skeptical of his appearance to say the least. He explained that I was cleared for workouts and for practice. I was to get my gear before practice so I had to get down to the field house at least 20 minutes early. I was glad that 8th period was my Athletic Training class, or in simple terms, work outs as a class.
I was let go as soon as the second period bell rang. I hurried off to my study hall. I was in time, and the rest of the day soon zoomed by. Nothing major had happened. People had asked about where I had been. I gave them an abridged version, to say the least. I decided that it was time to leave when I checked the weather on my iPhone, and I checked the weather. Its as if the world didn't hate me enough, we had a 75% chance of thunderstorms, and following football standards, we would not cancel until we saw lightning, or get struck, which ever comes first.
I went down to the field house for Athletics, and then got my gear. I was ready to play, or practice. Since I was 'recovering' for so long, I was put on the 'JV' team until I had proved that I was Varsity material.
Practice started, and about an hour in, the rains came. We plowed on. Then, during us linemen's one-on-ones, the lightning came. Wallace called us in, and as we were running in, and due to past experiences in Afghanistan, I knew I was a running lightning rod. I'm pretty sure that Karma hates me. I got struck. It was a good refueling, maybe a little much.
Electricity turned red as I released it back out. It was like steroids, it was natural, it was too good, it was too much. I was a danger to anyone near me. The unnatural color electricity I produced faded just as soon as the lightning bolt itself hit me. It all lasted about thirty seconds. I could feel the teams' eyes on me. Good news: I'm dry. Bad news: I'm busted.
Coach Wallace, Coach Shelby, and Coach Kenway all asked me to meet in the office once I was dried/showered off. I cleaned myself up and walked out to the coaches' office. All three of the coaches were there, waiting on me.
Coach Wallace gave me the signal for military mode, tell all, to an extent.
I walked in, and saluted the St. SGT. "Staff Sergeant Wallace..." I said in respect for Wallace, and he replied "Private Mogolov, give these civies the abridged version of what went on. Give as much of the personal as you wish, basics are required."
I sat down and told a very abridged version of my life story. The coaches told me that the team should know and that this information needs to be kept under wraps, for it is technically punishable by law to know that I have these powers thanks to some strings pulled for my 'services'.
I was government protected, but that can't save you when red lightning is shot sky high. I told the team and then threatened their lives if any of this gets out and I trace it back to them.
I walked out of the field house to my Bronco II where Joan and Serena were waiting on me. I had forgotten I had promised Joan a ride home, and the Bronco was right next to the practice field. Joan and Serena looked at me, with anger in their eyes "What the hell? You could've gotten yourself busted, again!" I knew Joan was right, but it wasn't my fault, for once. Serena scolded me and hopped in the back seat of the Bronco while Joan followed suit and hopped up front.
We road in the silence that is the radio, and when we got at Joan's, she got mad and said "If this is all over the internet, it's your fault!" I ignored that and Serena hopped up front. We road and when we were five minutes from the house, Serena told me this "It's on the Gossip Girl's Twitter page that the electric man plays football at JC, and there is a picture of you, your face is hidden by your helmet, but your black glove is there. Plus add the fact that you only wear one glove."
She put a sad face on and said "Bro, you are royally screwed", I sadly, knew that she was right. I had blown my cover. I know that Joan and Serena were not the only people to see that. I know for a fact that my best friend, Kole, watches her boyfriend, Zackary Campos, practice and then meets up with him after. Kole isn't all that popular, but she is enough for the word to get around, and sadly, she has taken pictures of the team during practice.
I don't know what could be on the interwebs by now. I was afraid to check the big three social networks, but I had to. It was all over. On every page, hell, it was even on the news. Thanks, Kole. I just hoped that no one could recognize me under the helmet, but that too, that idea was shattered.
Serena ran out, grabbed my gloved hand and said "And to make things worse, there is a freaking video and your face is revealed. I hope that overcharge felt good, Cole.
