Storm: Sneak Peak

To everyone that always was curious about what I was writing. Here is the unedited first, brief chapter of my full-length book Storm. Please post feedback. I do not plan on posting more. *This is unedited so it is crappy and unlike my later drafts* 

     I heave a heavy sigh, as I look into the mirror. On my left side, I see a gorgeous, large, lightning tattoo. I close my eyes, as I brush my hand over it. Lightning shoots out. I look back into the mirror. The eyes I see are the only thing that is the same.

     My byzantine eyes glimmer with an emotion deep inside of me I don't even recognize. I have dark purple, almost black, hair. I'm not beautiful, or even pretty. My cheekbones are low, and I have sucky natural contouring. The only thing lovely about me is my eyelashes, thick and black. 

     I'm not exactly beloved in the Power community. The New York Power House constantly gives me issues and complaints every time I have to speak with them. They want to shut us down, but the leaders won't let them. There are only three of us, and I don't live in the house. 

     I remember when I became leader at fourteen, I only found out a year earlier, New York sent me a letter describing all my faults. Rudeness, bitterness, vileness. I laugh over it sometimes. I am startled out of my daze with a knock on the door.

     "Copper! What the hell is wrong with you, trying to scare the living day out of me?"

I exclaim. I see my best friend, wavy red hair, freckles, blue glass eyes and all. 

"You're the one who gave me a key. Get dressed quick." she throws me a tan skirt and a blue polo. 

"Do I have to?" I ask.   

There were no parents there to tell me if I could or couldn't go to school. The government didn't care. I was up to speed with history and events. But, Copp made me. Being a leader was making sacrifices for your team. At least I did it.  I quickly dress, and run to the bus. Copper was gloriously smiling.

     On the bus, I chat with Copper. 

"What's the new Power like?" I ask. I wanted to remain anonymous when all these Hench attacks were happening. 

"He has dark, black hair. Oh, and he has green eyes! The most gorgeous green eyes, like a leaf. He also wears earrings, they are his source." She says, I nod along. 

"What's his attitude?" She bites her lip.

         "He's flamboyant, rude, and you barely can understand him when he talks." she says.  

"Why?" I ask. 

She lowers her eyes to the ground. "He's from New York." she says. I heave a sigh.

"Joy. Look, here's our stop."

          I hated going to Saint Francis de Sales High School for the Gifted. It was a $16,000 waste of money. I go to school often enough they don't call the truant officers. As I walk through the hall, my false Power Source glimmers. It didn't work, and didn't keep me alive as Copper's star did. I feel like all eyes were on me, as I walked with Copper and brown eyed and brown haired Ash. I dash into my classroom, bidding farewell to my team. 

         I slide into a desk in the third row, third seat. There is an empty desk next to me. On the other side, a dark haired girl with dark skin reads. I'm not sure what her name is. In front of the room is Mrs. Johns. 

         Mrs. Johns was a short, chubby woman of thirty-five years old. She has crimped dirty blond hair, and a big, crooked nose. Her eyes were large, and she had two different colored eyes: a blue and a green eye. She looks at me, and tilts her head up.

        "Miss Lacey Caverns." she draws out my fake name.

I rise, and keep an eye on my back back full of daggers, swords, and other weapons. 

"Yes Mrs. J?" I ask. I know where this was going. 

"I see your hair is still purple." I roll my eyes. 

"I'm glad you have eyes." I say back. 

Copper would be snapping now. She sneers and closes her eyes.  

"Sit down, Lacey." I mock a bow. 

"Whatever you say, my leigh."

          Just as I sit down, the dark girl gets called up to the front. 

"Casey." I hear her name. 

She smiles, just as a boy walks in. He has dark, black hair that covers the very tips of his ears. He is tan, like he lived in Florida. Then his eyes.

        His eyes were like green glass. Like a leaf. The blacks in the middle were dark, like they had a secret. He had diamonds in his ears. His eyelashes are long and dark. His natural contouring is amazing on his high cheekbones. His teeth are too straight and white. He has perfect skin. He wears a leather jacket over his polo. I don't trust him. He walks over to Mrs. Johns, and towers a good foot above her.

     "Hi. Um, I'm Orion. I'm new." He shifts his weight. 

I barely can understand him. Then it hits me like a speeding train. He was a Power. 

"Oh yes. Welcome to Chi-cag-o." she sounds out every letter, like he is four. 

"Thanks. I'll go sit." he says, walking into the classroom. All eyes are on him, as he sits in the chair next to me. 

         "What's up?" he asks me. 

I raise an eyebrow. You can tell he was noticing everyone staring at him. 

"So, you're just trying to flirt with every girl?" I ask. 

"No, just you." he says. I laugh back a mad chuckle. "You picked the wrong girl."

He raises his eyebrow. 

"Did I?" 

Yep, I definitely didn't trust him.