ABILITY USERS (Completed)

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This is a fiction book created by the author. Everything is made by her imagination. School, characters, places and everything else. I hope you like it!^_^

[CHAPTER 1]

(Flaire)

"Hi my name is Flaire Aspire, I'm not someone who you want to hang around." I said as I memorized everyone's face. Looking at them seriously.

"okay...everyone be good to ms. aspire" I gave them no expression on my face. They don't deserve me as a friend. It's a good thing that no one dared to pick on my name.

ASPIRE

          -means to have an earnest desire or ambition ;to long for.

FLARE(FLAIRE)

          -to blaze or burn with a brilliant,wavering light.

My parents gave me these name, I kinda like it though.

"Yes ma'am" everyone in the class replied to our teacher. "Am I right Mr. gomez?!" ma'am bursted out with anger. Who's gomez?

A boy stood up from the back, he's beside the Window glass. He took off his headphones and said "Yes..."

My gaze went to his right side, he has no seatmate. "ok......you go sit by Mr. GOMEZ there" she clenched her teeth while  saying his last name. Well I didn't saw that coming.

I walked straight to him, bowing my head.As I got there I quickly sat on the chair beside him.

"ok class, good morning!"

"Good morning ms. cherry" everyone in the room greeted her.

***

I stayed silent on the past two lessons, just one more and it's lunchtime.

"What's with your sentence earlier?"

Mr. gomez asked.

"W-what?"

"I'm not going to repeat myself" That was cold. "That was nothing" I said as I faked a smile. Maybe this is what I'll get on the new school I entered. Pure coldness. -__-

***

My last lesson ended up in curiosity. Asking myself why would he care for my introduction? Too weird for him? Well, I know I'm weird.

I'm on my way to the cafeteria to eat lunch. I hurriedly step on the line and buyed some of their spaghetti and one of their famous orange juice. As I was done I looked around to find an empty table, and to my luck, I found one! This must be my lucky day.Exception for the cold seatmate.  I ran to the table and sat as quickly as possible,  being aware of someone stealing my table.

I really am a funny, simple and friendly kind of person, but if it wasn't for my condition. I could have a lot of friends. It is hard for me to stay away when I'm not that kind of person, really I am playful! It has been years.of staying away to people and yet! I never changed! 
Someone will be in danger if they were friends with me, also they're so gullible.

I'm talking about the girl walking towards me. She really is in danger, her life's in balance for being with me.

"Hi! may I sit?" She said as she sat in front of me. "You already sat" I said, pretending to be cold. No choice, I gotta act like this.

"oh, sorry for my manners..." she stood up carrying her tray and looked at me while smiling.

"may I?" I looked at her for a while and unconsciously nodded. She's in big trouble.  "so? hair color?" she said as she sat down again putting her tray on the table. I was stunned.