Unordinary

Chapter 1

Slam!

My chest hits the polished, sweated wood floor painfully.

Luckily, for my healing abilities it didn't hurt much.

"Renee, get your a- well butt off the floor!!! Fifty push ups while your down there!!!"the coach screams to me.

I shake the hair out of my face and do as she says. She can be ever so annoying!

I mentally curse her and keep my eyes on the group of girls doing a jog even my grandma could outrun.

They chat animatedly, their glossy lips showing bright white teeth.

That's where they will be going if they come over here...a bright, white light...

I push myself up and down and glare at them, keeping a growl painfully down my throat.

Bright indeed. I shake my head and finish the pushups quickly. I run track quickly and head over to lifting weights.

Why would they even put this in the school? And why for girls even?

I lift the heaviest one up and bring it up and down when cold and soft hands take it out of mines rather aggresively.

The hands push me on the ground and people around us laugh. I turn to look at the truly awarded a-hole of the year.

My look turns into a glare at the supposedly idol of the school. Nicholas. He smirks at me on the floor.

"Like what you see?"he asked running his hand through his black hair. A few girls nearby fainted.

"I dont know if I should like total bullcrap,"I said angrily. "But that would most likely mess up my rep, as yours will be."

He growled and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

"Be lucky your a girl, otherwise I'd pound you into the floor!"he said.

I scoffed and pushed my nails against his skin for my release. "But you always leave that for your little sluts to do, right?"I asked him sarcastically.

He stomped his foot like a child and grinned. His spiky black shield enveloped me and cutted me. The spikes went deep into my flesh and I yelped.

I resisted the urge in my body to just use my ablility, but I can't do that. I have to stay hidden.

He released his shield and glanced at my healing scars. "Guess we'll need some wolfsbane for this one, right Erik?"He asked.

Erik grinned at me and took out a bottle of black substance. My eyes widened in horror.

I backed away but the crowd around me pushed me at all angles. Nicholas took the bottle cap off and threw a couple of drops on me.

I screamed at the burning sensation and Erik grabbed my hair to face me to Nicholas. "Not so tough when we touch your weak spot, are you?"he asked pouting out his lip.

I growled and my lips almost curled back to a manical laugh. Instead, I just stood there as Erik gripped my hair and only moved when they dropped wolfsbane on me.

Why do they do this to me? This...pain why do they have to commit it? I commit a few pains to myself daily, but I always heal.

I just wish my emotions would do the same.

Finally they finished the bottle and threw it on me. It broke and splintered my hands.

I didn't fall to my knees like I normally would. I balled my fists and the glass shards digged deeper into my flesh.

I was crazy for doing this, but I could at least try.

"Hey Nicholas!"I yelled. Everyone turned their heads to me and a few people smirked.

Nicholas cracked his fists together and walked to me happily. "Ready for that pounding?"he asked.

I shoke my head. "I'm ready for you to tell everyone here about how you slept with a teacher. Not to mention, Miss Pickerson."I said.

He widened his eyes and ran to me furiously. I ran away and climbed the rope (a rope in the gym which people have to climb).

He couldn't climb after me, but when he tried he wobbled off. "Let me try, babe,"one of his girlfriends said.

She looked at me sweetly and her eyes turned electric white. Bolts fired out of her eyes and aimed at me. She grunted in frustration when she couldn't hit me.

She stomped her foot and Nicholas scowled. "We're over, Ashely!"he said.

Her jaw dropped and she stormed away. And when I mean stromed, I mean stormed.

"Shots, not fired!"I screamed and flipped them off.

They all looked back at me. Erik and one other shoke their heads. The bell rang and Nicholas flapped his hand at me.

"Leave her,"he said. I sighed in relief. One of the girls in a group distinctly asked, "Did you really make out with a teacher?"

Nicholas threw his arm around her shoulder. "No, but I will with you,"he said. She almost screamed in glee.

Finally, when they all walked away I climbed down from the rope. I changed my clothes in the shower room and headed to class.

A normal introvert wouldn't be standing so proud and talking smart to high tiers.

But look at me. I woke up like this!

The history teacher looked as if someone took a dump on his breakfast again. But he always looks like this.

And that's the main thing I hate about teachers! Why do they teach us pupils if they literally hate us? They really look as if they will murder is if we get an D-. And I surely will not...

He handed out test papers and I looked through the questions cautiously. Then I checked each answer as if I was scribbling on paper.

I handed him the sheet and he wasn't suprised that I was finished within fifty seconds.

"Thank you, Miss Evergarden. Can you do me a favor?"he asked, a fire of interest in his eyes for the first time in four years.

I nodded. "Can you demonstrate your abilities? Your father gave me word of it and it sounds simply fabulous!"he said, barely above a whisper.

The class turned to us and I felt glares on the back of my neck. My eyes widened in horror at his words.

I shoke my head and said,"I have no idea what your talking about. Maybe you have the wrong student."

He shoke his head as well and frowned. "I talked to your father on the phone about academic games and he said quite plainly-"I interrupted him.

"Oh! He was very sleepy so he didn't know hat he was saying! And may I use the restroom?"I asked and left the room without an answer.

I jogged to the bathroom and sighed when I was away from the class.

My father is crazy! I told him not to tell anyone about me, yet he told anyways! Guess he won the award Dad of the Year!

As I walked to the sink, the door slammed and a girl yelped. "Nicholas!"she wined.

I gasped lightly and took this opportunity to strike back at the bastard.

I took out my phone and turned off the flash when I take a picture. I put my phone above the stall and snapped, dashed and looked.

The photo was of the girl and Nicholas making out. I grinned. It had a perfect shot of his face.

This will be worldwide!

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Karma really is a b!tch, isn't it?