Cyclone Greystorm

PROLOGUE

"Hey I know you." Cyclone said to the boy with long blue-black hair. "You're the kid who sits on the roof."

The boy looked at her with a surprised expression making it's way onto his face.

"My name's Cyclone." She said, with her left hand she brushed her jet black hair out of her face and held out her right hand to shake his hand. He backed off slowly before turning around and running, 'Oh no,' She thought. 'People don't like me here either. Am I really so weird that I scare them just by speaking? Well even if I am I'm not gonna show it. I'll put on the tough girl personality even if it does mean not being true to myself, oh well.'

She quickly walked out of the room avoiding the stunned expressions on everyone's faces. Were they surprised that she'd beat the school bully or surprised that she'd just tried to become friends with the school reject? Maybe they were working out where she fit in the social structure, what would happen if she got classified as a reject too? Her thoughts were broken by the loud and slightly annoying tone of the school bell ringing, 'Oh boy,' she thought sarcastically, 'Class time!'

As she took her seat in class she heard a knock at the door, through the window of the door was the disorientated face of Flame. She knew his name because she'd heard kids picking on him before lunch, strangely he'd been in all of her classes except Maths so far, the teacher opened up the door and let him in. Flame opened his mouth to say;

"Hey Ms. Smith, sorry I'm late I was with Ice and he..." Cyclone tuned out, this kid wasn't great at excuses. After Flame finished his lame excuse he sat down behind Cyclone and she could feel his gaze upon her, she figured he was probably as weirded-out as she was that they were in yet another class together.

Although as the lesson progressed she realised that he was still looking at her. This was getting weird, she decided to push the thought out of her mind and just focus on getting the work done.

When class ended it was home time, Cyclone told her Mum that the search for friends was once again unsuccessful.

"Cyclone," Her Mum said, "Listen, maybe you just need to go to your room and think about your whole time at school and what worked for you."

"Good idea, Mum." Cyclone lied. "I wish I'd thought of it."

She didn't like lying to her Mother but she also didn't want to say that she thought the idea was terrible, still, because her Mum's ideas had worked in the past she decided to give it a go.

She sat down on her bed, she looked around the room, on her desk were some papers she'd been drawing on, on her bedside table was her lamp, a book she'd been reading and her CD player. It made her think of her CD collection, she quickly looked to the small set of shelves she had standing against the wall, the CDs were all there. She picked one up and looked at the front of the case, it read; "Mozart: 5 Hours of Classical Music" 'Oh yeah,' she thought, 'Mum bought me this last year, told me I needed to stop listening to punk for five seconds and enjoy different music for once. She picked up the CD and jammed it into the CD player, she pushed the Play button and immediately her room was filled with the sound of string instruments. Cyclone flopped down onto her bed and closed her eyes but at the same time opened up her memories and thought back to the first time she could remember that she had interactions with kids her age.