Rare

Chapter 1

          The sound of my alarm clock resonated around the room. If it was ringing, that could only mean one thing. Monday again. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and slipped into my school uniform. Ever since I was marked as"gifted" and enrolled into a private school, I have had to wear this dumb uniform, which made it look like I was going to a funeral. 

I find the name"gifted" completely ironic. It really only means less time to sleep, more homework, more stress, and more bullying. After a while, you get used to it. I walked slowly into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. 

I watched as the flakes piled up, and thought to myself "It's only three more weeks." That is, three weeks until summer. Then two months of solace until the torture began again. Which, I realized, was even worse, as I was about to head into high school. Even less sleep and even more work.

Unfortunately, while I was loathing in self-pity, the flakes of cereal had completely missed the bowl. I sighed, stooped down, picked them up, and dropped the flakes back into the bowl. My mom cleaned the house almost every day, so I wasn't worried about any germs. She is a complete neat freak, to the point of obsession. I'm pretty sure the only reason "OCD" is a term is because of her.She even organizes the fridge, even though she knows it won't be organized the next day. For all I know she cleans the entire neighborhood while I'm asleep. To be honest, she even looks like a neat freak. Her face is almost completely symmetrical, and her long blond hair is always parted directly in the center.Even her green eyes are more "circular-looking" than anyone else's. 

My dad, on the other hand, is more like me in both personality and looks. If he makes a mess, he just makes it bigger until the original one is irrelevant. He calls it clever. My mom just calls it lazy. I'm not sure how they ended up together. I poured the milk and started to eat my cereal. I caught a glance at the clock on the wall, and it took me about ten seconds to process what I saw. 20 minutes until school started. I gulped down the rest of the cereal and rushed out the door. There was no time to brush my teeth or my hair, as I had to walk. I decided to look in the mirror anyway. 

My hair was a messy black mop on top of my head, as it always is. I don't even know why I bother brushing it, as it always springs back to its unorganized style. My parents were always at work,but apparently their schedule changes every week. One day they're home for what seems like forever, the next one of them is gone for weeks at a time. I sprinted to school, and was out of breath by the time I reached my classroom.Coincidentally, I walked in as soon as the bell rang. My teacher turned and glared at me. Krum absolutely hated me, and vice versa. I had no respect for him, so I saw no need to refer to him formally. 

"You are always late, Levi. I don't even know why you come to school." 

Apparently, my thoughts were completely jumbled up, because I stupidly decided to retaliate. "I don't know why I come either. It just means that I have to see your dumb face every morning." 

I slapped my hand over my mouth as soon as I said it, but there was no going back. His face turned bright red, and his brow furrowed. Giggles arose from the class. 

"Go to the office. Immediately." he said through clenched teeth. 

I sighed and closed my eyes. This was the fifth time this month. Not only that, but the principal hated me just as much as my teacher did, if not more.I walked to the front office, and the lady at the front desk just nodded and motioned me to proceed. I slumped down in the chair in front of my principal.He leaned over and stared at me. 

"You seem to be having a lot of trouble lately,Levi." He continued to stare. 

"Sir, I am positive it is your teachers that are having trouble." My face was turning red from anger. My hands were clenched so tightly that my knuckles had turned completely white. 

"Levi, I am afraid that you are not fit for this school. Your grades have been dropping rapidly, and they were not very high to begin with." he said, not changing his expression.

My hands clenched tighter, and I could feel my nails digging into my skin. 

"You can finish the year, but you cannot attend high school here." He sat back down in his seat and clasped his hands together on his desk. "That is all." 

I sat in shock. My hands were beginning to hurt, so I stretched them out. This,evidently, was a horrible idea. As soon as my palms were exposed, two huge arcs of lightning shot from my hands and targeted at the principal's chest. He began to shake violently, and foam began to form at his lips. His body contorted into shapes that should not be performed by a normal human. 

The lightning stopped, and the principal slumped back into the seat. He sat there,completely motionless, dark black smoke rising from his body. I stared at him,and back at my hands. I looked back and forth for a full five minutes before the realization of what I did set in. 

I just murdered someone.

Author's Note: 

So, this is the first chapter. Like I said, not concerned with formatting :/. (P.S. The chapter is 972 words long. It's a lot longer than it looks.) If you really want formatting, I might have to ask someone else, mainly because I don't know how to XD. Let me know what you think!  All constructive criticism is welcome! (P.S. Just tried formatting, hopefully it looks better! Let me know if I'm doing it right! XD)