CHAPTER FIVE
MIA
"That girl's crazy and everyone knows it."
"I heard she stabbed some kid."
"Shh, she'll hear you."
Mia ignored the whispers and kept walking.
"She beat up a teacher."
"...started screaming for no reason..."
"...threw a brick right at his head."
She passed by the lockers in silence, head down, trying to ignore them. Shut them out.
"She's crazy."
"I heard she's crazy."
"Like, super-cray crazy."
"Don't even talk to her."
"CRAZY."
She stopped in her tracks, and turned to face the last one. Brock something or other, six foot five, umpteen hundred pounds. Mia Lozano was five foot two, spiky blue hair. She was a skinny little thing, not even a hundred pounds.
Mia stepped up to him and looked him in the eye.
"You got something you want to say?"
His eyes widened. "Um, no...no, I... No."
"Well say it."
He just shook his head.
Mia turned and scanned the other kids in the hall.
"Anyone got anything to say, now's your chance! HERE I AM! CRAAAZY MIA!"
Silence.
"That's what I thought."
"Mia," a timid voice said from nearby. It was Dr. Coulson, her science teacher. "Everything ahhh...okay, here?"
She looked at him, then back to the other kids. "Ask them that." Then she turned and stalked off to class.
Brock turned back to his friend. "Fucking told you, dude. That girl is crazy."
*****
Mia clutched her head. A pain was building there, at the base of her skull.
She leaned her head back against the seat of the school bus, and rolled it back and forth. There was a jolt, and the bus swerved.
Mia sat up. A throb ran around her head, and the back of her eyes stung.
There was a strange sound coming from outside the bus.
*****
"Enough of this!" Mia shouted.
The others turned from Heather and Simon, who were still sitting on the floor together.
Mia stepped forward, her hands pulsing with energy.
"This guy just wants to keep us talking long enough for them to get here! They're getting reinforcements and when they're ready they're coming in here to kill us!"
"She's right," said the guy near the door, the one with the handsome face and jet-black hair. He walked back and forth, never taking his eyes off the doors and wall. "They've gotten some heavy artillery, and they're talking back and forth with somebody. Pretty soon, I'd guess, they're coming."
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Ciencia FicciónEight students. A lonely bridge on a dark night. When their school bus careens off the bridge and crashes into the river, they are lucky just to survive. But soon, they discover they possess strange powers, like the power to read minds, to fly, or t...
