Chapter 3: Gabe

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It seemed so useless, going to high school, when I could literally kill people by touching them. If anything, I should be going to Professor X's mutant academy. I wanted to figure out more about my powers and why I had them. But my mom preferred to pretend my death touch didn't exist. Or maybe she didn't want to.

Groaning, I rolled over and swung my legs down to the floor. Like almost any other day, I reflected on the possible reasons for my misfortune as my body carried out the familiar motions of getting ready for the day. But today, something else nagged at me. I felt a sense of concern about something I couldn't quite place. Shaking my head, I looked up from brushing my teeth, trying to clear my head. My dark brown eyes, stark against my pale skin, blinked back at me. The red hair above those eyes was a mess, as I hadn't combed it yet. I need a haircut, I thought. Then, another strange wave of dread washed over me. I blinked hard, dismissing it once again.

Jogging down the stairs, I pulled a long-sleeved shirt over my head. I glanced at the clock, but I already knew; I was terribly, horribly, late. No surprise there. I heard a loud honk from outside.

"Hurry up!" my sister, Lilith, yelled at me from the car.

"Give me a minute!" I yelled back. Slinging my backpack over one shoulder, I grabbed a muffin with one hand and my lunch with the other. Saying a hasty goodbye to my mom, I dashed out the door, knowing I would get an earful as soon as I was in the car. For the moment, my nagging concern was forgotten.

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