Mutants

Chapter One

What is the meaning of life? That's usually viewed as such a complex and unanswered question when in fact the answer is so simple. Our lives are such fragile and repetitive things after all. We're born. We grow up. We lie. We cry. We smile. We breath in this unique world of unimaginable things. We grow old and eventually, we die.
So if that's what our life consists of then what's even the purpose of this seemingly meaningless existence? To experience. We live to experience the joy and hurt that this world has to offer. And to learn. We live to learn through those very experiences.
I didn't know that as I walked through the smudged glass doors of EastWood High and into the new school where I once again figured I would be an out cast in. Sighing, I tucked a lock of my auburn hair that had frayed from my pony tail behind my ear and proceeded my way to the main office. Many students casted strange looks and glares my way but I ignored them and fixed my attention to the ground.
The main office was bright and filled with the sounds of phones ringing. A small women with short caramel curls looked up to see me. She quickly threw on what was obviously a fake smile and greeted me.
"Hello dear, what can I help you with?" She asked in an overly sweet tone.
"I'm new here and need to get my schedule." I answered as my eyes glanced around the room, avoiding eye contact. She nodded and took out a small box of files.
"Can I have a name please?" She questioned, glancing up at me. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath.
"Anna Anderson, grade 10." I muttered quickly. There was utter silence, as if everything had frozen in time. I looked up to see if she had heard me and bit my lip. She had gone rigid. Her face had paled to that of ivory and her breathing had turned sharp.
"Right, of course." She stated, her voice trembling. Her hands quickly flipped through the dozens of files and pulled out one with a faded picture of me from grade nine. My fluorescent green eyes stared back at me from it, as though mocking me. I nodded solemnly and took the schedule, thanking her quietly.
She watched me intensely as I exited through the door and then went back to her paper work. I shut the door as softly as I could before sighing in relief. My eyes wandered to the crinkle sheet in my hand and took in the information.
English first period, that subject never went very well for me but it was better than some others that it could of been. I cringed internally remembering the snapping rulers and smashed calculators of last years math class. Calm down, as long as I was careful that would hopefully never happen again.
Now I just had to find the classroom in the maze of hallways. I furrowed my brows and stuffed the paper in my jean pocket, walking down the first hallway leading away from the main entrance.
"Room 127.. Room 129...Oh god where is room 108?" I grumbled to myself as I walked down the hall chewing my lip until a dotted line of blood surfaced. Just as I was about to give up and go ask the main office for directions I heard a sing song voice call from around the corner.
"Oh, what do we have here? Perhaps the new student all the teachers have been talking about?" It chided playfully making me freeze in my tracks. I turned around from where the voice had came from and waited in silence.
"What was her name again?" It continued as I heard foot steps begin to come towards me. "Alex? No that's not right.. Was it Annie?" A figure rounded the corner shaking their head then smiled.
"Anna, that was it, Anna Anderson. The trouble making teen that has gotten kicked out of.." The figure began counting on his fingers as I just stared at him dumb founded. "What is it now, seven schools for rough and dangerous behavior?" I gawked at him.
He smirked at me and cocked an eyebrow. "I'll take your expression as a yes then?" He cooed, waiting for an answer. I quickly shut my mouth and managed the best glare I could at him.
"How do you know that?" I scolded my self at the fact I had stuttered but tried to keep my harsh gaze. He sighed and ran a hand through his tangled ash blonde hair.
"Pretty simple, rumors have been going around about you with the teachers all morning. Plus, you seemed to be wondering around like a lost puppy and looked a little too old to be a freshman." He stated simply and walked closer to me.
I backed away and pulled my fist back, ready to punch. He smiled and pulled back a little. "Pretty defensive aren't you. Might wanna be careful. With a reputation like yours it'd be simple to get you expelled for even the simplest threat or motion." I scowled at him and dropped my fist, knowing he was right.
"What do you want from me?" I muttered. He shrugged and shoved his hands in the pockets of his black sweat shirt.
"I just wanted to see what all the hype was about. Looks like it's not much, you're actually pretty boring and predictable like everyone else. Guess I'll be back on my way to English then." He started to walk past me as I finally processed what he said.
"Wait!" I yelled out as I grabbed his arm quickly. His eyes widened as he jolted back and he looked back at me with raised eyebrows. "For English do you go to room 108?" I asked in a pleading tone. He nodded as the smirk began to reappear on his face.
"Let me guess, that's the room you're looking for?" He asked. I nodded and grabbed his arm tighter but loosened as I saw him grimace in pain.
"Sorry that happens a lot, I can't really control it." I mumbled. He nodded as I let go and he rubbed at his arm. "Could I follow you to the class so I know where it is?" He stared a me with a bewildered look but nodded.
"Sure, that is quite the strength you got there by the way. Seems almost inhuman like.." he rebuked as I noticed dark marks begin to surface on the place I had grabbed him. I began to feel my heart race.
"Oh god, I didn't break it did I? I don't want another person to have to deal with that again because of me..." I asked as he looked up at me questioningly.
       "Hm, maybe you're a bit more interesting than I originally though.." He mumbled to himself, blatantly ignoring my question.
        "You never answered if you were-" he cut me off by grabbing my hand and roughly dragging me down the hall.
        "Well come on green eyes, we don't want to miss English now do we?" He stated slyly as we rounded a corner to another hallway. I stumbled after him with a bemused expression as he led me down a series of hallways. I don't know if I trust this kid but he didn't seem too bad. Maybe making friends here wouldn't be as hard as I thought.