A Special Mind

Chapter 2- A Fight

I was on the lounge watching TV (stuff the Headmistress). The kids here called it the Hit Room because this is where fights mainly broke out. A ping-pong table was set to the right of the room, computers at the back, lounges spread out for people to sit or read. And the big TV. That's about all the home could afford, maintaining it was another problem.

"Hey dork, move," Said a voice.

I ignored him.

"You're in my seat punk."

I looked at the guy in front of me he was big and I mean big but not as in fat. The guy had muscles, his eyes were cold with a scar running down his right cheek. He was top dog here in the house, and new, the other guy who used to be top dog (nicknamed Red Dog, because his face looks like a ran over dog, and his face goes red when he's angry) moved because the fight between them was a bit too much for him. The guy who was in front of me was Clive. And clearly he was still learning the rules; he has been only here for a year. This is the first time Clive has spoken to me, and maybe his last.

"I don't see your name," I said, looking at him without flinching.

"I don't need to have my name on the seat," Clive hissed. "Now move!"

A crowd was gathering the other top dog, or in other words Red Dog, tried to challenge me and he ended up with a broken nose and ribs. He stayed in hospital for a week and never talked to me again. I could have become top dog yet I never really want to, just as long as I don't get harassed I'm fine. Clive just didn't know that.

"Buzz off," I said. "Talk to someone who cares."

Clive's face went red, "No one talks to me like that!"

I stood up we were the same height, but he had the strength. Fine by me. I had black hair and green eyes; I was tall for my age and had a athletic build. I could win a fight when I wanted to. Clive's eyes widened a bit, but he hid it. He wasn't expecting me to challenge him.

"And what are you going to do about it?" I taunted him.

He punched me in the face; I kept my balance and spat out blood, and stared at him.

"Now you pissed me off," I hissed.

I lunged at him, we both hit the TV and the wind went out of Clive. I moved back for more room, people moved the couch.

Clive tried to have a go at me with his fist; I ducked and sent a kick to his face.

Crunch

His nose broke and blood was spilling out, he ran at me. I did a upper cut to his jaw, kneed him in the stomach, Clive fell to his knees. I grabbed his hand and twisted it around his back, while applying pressure to his back with my knee.

"Just because you think your top dog doesn't mean you can tell me what to do," I said and digged my knee deeper into his back while twisting his arm more.

Clive cried out in pain.

"You know what happened to the last top dog?" I asked.

He nodded.

"And do you know who beat him up Clive," I spat his name.

Clive shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.

I came close to his ear, "That was me."

He whimpered.

"And if you ever speak to me like that again I will break your arm, get me?"

Clive nodded.

"Good boy."

I let go of him, Clive lay on the floor silent tears coming out.

I looked at the crowd, "No one has to know about this."

No one said anything people feared me here but they also knew that if they leave me alone I'm fine. I looked at the TV it was smashed, not my problem. I moved out of the crowd and found the Headmistress already there.

"I don't want to know what happened, all I know is that you didn't start it and that's enough for me," She said.

I nodded.

"Cook clean Leo up, and I'll fix this mess," She ordered.

Cook nodded and led me into the kitchen, I leaned against the bench. Cook grabbed an ice pack and pressed it against my forehead, I flinched.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at me.

I told him.

Cook sighed, "Another top dog who will not mess with you."

A simile came across his face, "Trouble always follows you everywhere Leo."

I shrugged.

"You don't talk much," He observed. "Whys that?"

"There's no need," I replied.

He chuckled and let go of the ice.

"Should be enough," Cook said. "And grab that pot on the table."

I raised my eyebrows.

"You know what I mean," He said.

Without moving the pot lifted into the air and landed on the stove. You see I have always been able to move objects with my mind, I could crack a pencil with a thought, move a table with no trouble. I also can sense other people's emotions; a person can leave an emotional print as well just by toughing something. And I can pick that up, I don't have visions I just sense their emotions and their intent on the object. I can also sense where a person has been in a room. Cool eh? I didn't tell anyone this except Cook; he doesn't like me using my abilities much, I think it freaks him out.

"Now start cooking, important people are coming and we have to be ready," Cook ordered.

Who could they be?

Cook got out the veggies, and I started to chop them. I sighed, I had another days cooking set out for me.