THE RUNAWAY (A SHORT STORY) Un-edited

A month ago I ran from my home planet and now I’m here on earth living amongst the humans. My names Lora and, I am not like them I’m different. As I tell you why I’m on this planet I’ll give you my reasons for why I ran. I was about to grab my hover board when I realized I’d have to take my skate board. Of course it would be obviuse if I was floating around on a bored with ought wheals a little suspicious if you ask me. Not that you did, so oh well. I dressed different and I looked different I was un-naturally beautiful compared to all the other mundane’s. I wore a pure silver corset type shirt it went up at a point exaggerating certain features, if you get what I mean *wink, wink* it went down but cut off early showing part of my belly and more of my back, I wore normal pants and I had a wrap protecting and hiding my mark. I walked out the orphanage doors as the ladies called for me to come back. On my home planet I’m old enough to take my right full place… But, that’s a touchy subject. Right now on earth I’m passing as a senior in high school. When I was born I was gifted I have unimaginable powers that no other of my kind or in fact any kind could imagine. I laid my bored down and skated across the pavement. I know a boy here his name is Jeno he fallowed me when I landed here. He’s uncannily annoying he’s a skater boy and he thinks he’s Mr. Mucho man. As I skated farther from the orphanage, I could hear wheals behind me approximately 5 miles away.

One of my powers is hearing that’s reason #1 for why I ran I could hear the thoughts of people, and I heard everything it got to me after a couple of years. I just couldn’t take it as I was riding I saw a man with markings on his arm I froze and read his mind trying to find what powers he has and why he decided to come here I looked through every memory quickly until I realized it wasn’t a marking it was something called I think tattoo. I pulled my main database out witch was just a small phone like device that new everything, and I’m not exaggerating here people. Looked up tattoo and she told me

“A permanent drawing made out of a neddle and ink. A tattoo looks like a marking, but is not”

her monotone voice stuck in my head I turned from him no longer interested. As I stepped on my bored again I heard wheals starting off again as it came closer he stopped I could smell him. He’s a mundane I can’t stand mundane they think there better than everybody else and yet here I am. I tuned as he aproched me and made sure I didn’t use my strength to hit him right were the sun don’t shine, and yet He flew back and hit the ground with a thud and as I took in whiff of his smell I realized he’s a player, has a ‘girlfriend’ and is a jock I got all that just from his smell. I’m just that good I had a triumphant smile on my face and I held my hand out he looked at my hand gave me a dirty look and as he looked to my face, his eyes widened from the unnatural beauty I possessed. He took my hand and stood up still shell shocked. I gave him a smirk

“when your done staring you may wan to clean up that puddle of drool at your feat. Very unattractive”

I laughed as I hopped on my bored and skated I still got it I rode down the street till I came to a skate park I pulled my database out and scanned it when it detected a runaway mark on the ground letting me know that there’s some runaway’s and hover boreds down there I skated back off to the orphanage and once I got there mother Mac was tacking to they boy I ran into today I walked in with a sway to my hips and a smirk on my lips. I walked past them and mother Mac stopped me before I could get any further

“wear were you young lady, it’s okay to roam but to defy direct orders. You could’ve got hurt don’t you understand we care for you”

Mother Mac put her hand on my shoulder and the visions of her darkest secrets came to me I snapped my body away and hissed

“don’t you touch me” I closed my eyes trying to stop my body from changing I ran up the stairs and into my room as the transformation took place. And there’s 2 and 3. When someone touches me and I’m not prepared visions will flood my mind of there fears and there darkest seccreats weather they know them themselves. There’s also the fact that when someone attacks me or does something to meajerly wig me out I’ll transform into there deepest darkest fear weither I want to or not. So that is the reason I’m in the orphanage as a snake wonderful. I slithered into my room right as mother Mac walked in she let out a blood curdling scream upon seaing me when I was a snake I was black with a red streak just like my hair I had the same colored eyes which were a deep blue with violet spiked designe to it. As what’s his face ran In here and his mother ran out he chuckled I could feel myself turning back human so I slithered into the bathroom and turned back I called my actuall snake which looked just like me you know I have my ways. I turned to the mirror as the snake came I had mediume pitch black hair with a blood red bangs all natural. I picked my snake up and walked out with it. He gave me an are you crazy look.