The School For The Gifted

The School For The Gifted

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It's simple really... It's a school for the ones who have special abilities that no normal mortal would have, Normals call these people the FREAKS. Which most are totally fine with but some not so accepting, like my friend Ethan. Ethan is a 14 year old boy and is the youngest out of the group but he's the smartest, he's special ability is shapeshifting which is really useful when we're on missions. Next are the Twins, Emma & Haley also known as yin & yang cause of their looks and abilities, the girls are about 17 years old both born at the same time. Emma is the one that is covered head to toe in black unlike her sister Haley, she is covered in white but their powers are the complete opposite, Light & Darkness. Then you have Raven, the head masters daughter. She's 19 years old like myself and her powers are sound waves, she can make glass break just by screaming and she can make a sonic boom with a clap of her hands. And last but not least ..... Me. My names is Mal short for Malachi, I'm the team leader of Shadow Claw that's our groups name. My power is the element known as Fire! Pretty cool right? My eyes are orange so I like to wear contacts instead cause seriously orange is not a good look. So My story will begin in just a few moments so please enjoy!
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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