Brushing the splatters of rain off my black hoodie I trudged down the street. The rain had been pouring all night and had drenched the landscape, highlighting the colours of the flowers and trees, painting a perfect picture. I slid my hand back into my pocket after reaching out to grab an acorn, turning it in the darkness before holding it tight in my palm.
Mon Mon's house was to my left, I stopped to look Would she be there? I watched the closed curtains, the glass splattered with water, sliding down onto the windowsill. I really want to talk... I glanced at the wooden door, looking right at the doorknob before taking a deep breath and following the stepping stone like path to her front door.
She answered her door quickly releasing a small smile as she did so. "Hey Mon Mon," I returned her smile meeting her eyes she looked sad, like she had just been crying.
"Hi," she replied
"Do you want to walk to school with me?" I asked wishing for company.
"Uh, sure," I watched her disappear into her house and return with her bag. We set off down the road silently trying to hurry as the rain was getting heavier.
"So how's class?" I asked awkwardly, trying to begin a conversation.
“Okay I guess. Kitty’s in my homeroom, that’s good. But-” She trailed off and looked to the ground, avoiding something.
“But what?” I was curious now, I know she was keeping something away from me and I want to help her. She is just so fragile.
“A few of my classmates haven’t really been ‘accepting’ of me.” She raised her head and looked me in the eye.
“Uh, nevermind.” She redirected the conversation over to me, “How is your homeroom?”
“Oh okay, it’s good. I’ve been trying to fit in and I have some more friends there too, at least they are people I can talk to.” I wished I had someone in my class that I already knew, even someone who I had just met like Kitty.
“Hey can I ask you a question?” She looked up from the ground at me again before adjusting her bag from one shoulder to the other.
“Yeah what is it,”
“Do you know anything about your power yet?” She asked, suddenly quite curious. I hadn’t really thought about that for a while. It had kind of skipped my mind.
“Nah, I have no idea about any of it, no one has explained it to me but my mark is still hurting. What about you?”
“Um I discovered my power.” Once again her voice trailed off, like she was about to say more but decided against it.
“Oh please tell.” I desperately wanted to know. Maybe I might be able to find my own power if I see how she found hers.
She looked around nervously “I can …. stop time” she whispered.
“Wow! That is so cool! Can you seriously stop-” I said out loud, imagining how it would feel to be able to really stop time.
“Sylvia, this isn’t something to say out loud. You don’t know who could be listening.” Mon Mon interrupted me but kept whispering.
“It’s not like it’s a secret is it?” I don’t see why it would be, there are loads of people around with powers.
“Yeah, for me it is. I think some people are able to tell anyone and everyone without a care in the world. But others are more secretive with theirs.” She kept whispering but I kind of understood now, she didn’t really want to tell anyone.
“It’s okay.” She had stopped whispering and we had continued walking at our original pace.
“So who’s that guy I’ve seen you with?” I started a new conversation.
“Auburn hair, brown eyes, average height?”
“That’s the one.” I pictured him in my mind, he and Mon Mon would make a cute couple
“His name’s Conrad. He’s new to this school.” She seemed calm talking about him.
“Really? I didn’t see him on the rocket.” I don’t think he was from Earth..
“No, he just moved from a neighbouring city.” She answered, looking back at me after surveying the area.
“Oh, is he nice?”
“Yeah, and incredibly over-protective. A bit too much for my liking.” I could see she was starting to get annoyed just thinking of that.
“Ooh He likes you.” I started teasing her, it was a pretty obvious sign that he did and it would be so adorable if they got together.
“Nope, not possible.” She answered quickly, all of a sudden avoiding my eyes and looking away.
“Well you never know...”
“It won’t happen okay?!” She raised her voice.
“Awww it would be cute,” I put on a pouty face then giggled, looking at her to see if I got the same reaction from her but clearly that was not true.
“No it wouldn’t!,” She yelled before mumbling “You just don’t understand.” She turned and sprinted down the street. Now I wanted to know if she was okay. It was obvious she was hiding something again and it seemed to be getting in the way of her life, so I sprinted after her, catching up easily thanks to a whole load of training.
“What don’t I understand?” I looked at her softly before she turned to look back. I saw a tear rolling down her pale cheek.
“It’s nothing,” She turned and slowly trudged through the school gates to class.
It made me feel awful. I was left at the gate worrying if we were still friends, if I had hurt her so bad that we would never speak again. After a long struggle I decided to shove the thought to the back of mind and prepare for the day.
* * * * *
"Good Morning 7b," Mrs Wilmer's high pitched voice echoed over the sound of rain pelting down on the roof. The floor was coated with wet footprints, decorating the white vinyl with slippery mazes. Mrs Wilmer adjusted her flamboyant glasses before continuing "there were many casualties from the Government building fire yesterday, let us have a moment of silence for those unlucky people. Anna Marouski, Peter Robinson, David Britwell and Gianna Carlton," The atmosphere plummeted as we all stood in silence, watching the ground catch floating dust. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, for some reason the name Peter Robinson sounded familiar and I wouldn’t be immensely surprised if it turned out he was one of my Dad’s workmates.
While I was involved in that train of thought, Mrs Wilmer pranced over to her desk and glanced at a conveniently placed piece of paper on the corner. “Ah yes, we have a new student, he came here on a late space pod from earth and has been placed in this class.” She surveyed our crowd of faces, some texting under their desks but she ignored the fact. “Yes I know we have had a lot of arrivals but it is better them here than dead,” that word struck the room and most straightened up after they had been making faces to their friends. I was particularly interested at this news, although half of me was hoping it was someone I knew and the other was destroying that glimmer of hope. At least my wait was over as a reasonably buff boy walked in, he was taller than me (well everyone seems to be) and he had dark black hair gelled into a curved spike at the front, he wore a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. He looked familiar, very familiar. Slowly he turned my way, KEVIN! it was truly Kevin, my heart skipped a beat as I saw he recognised me, a grin was summoned to my face as I pulled him to sit beside me whilst Mrs Wilmer introduced him.
* * * * *
“And now here I am,” Kevin finished explaining his story of how he got to Meckaria to me and my two classmates Bree and Caleb while we walked to the rows of lockers. I couldn’t help but notice the black mark on his neck it was a closed fist, facing up towards his head. I opened my locker slowly, my attention fixed on him just watching me silently “I thought you were dead,” He whispered hauling his view from the floor to meet me in the eyes, “I had almost given up hope.” I saw the pain in his eyes, his icy blue eyes were shaking slightly, he was pushing back tears. I leapt at him into a massive hug, taking him by surprise but getting a warm reaction back as his strong arms tightened around me. I had missed him too and just having him here now was the best thing that had happened to me yet on Meckaria.
“Hey you! You in the leather jacket!” Kevin let me go and spun around, away from the lockers, to meet a pair of 10th Graders strolling towards us. One of them I recognised as Gregory, a 10th Grade bully, the other I suspected was one of his mates, but that wasn’t important, I knew this wasn’t going to end well. Gregory strode towards Kevin, shoving him against the locker “Why’re you so special, coming here late and all?” he questioned Kevin before throwing a punch that Kevin ducked to escape. I was fixed in place, trying to decide how I was going to stop this scene escalating until someone get dangerously injured.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kitty advancing on Gregory. “Leave him alone!” She yelled straight at him but was knocked over by Gregory as he moved closer to Kevin. She had blood now on her face as she lay motionless on the ground.
I was spurred into action. "Over here! Come get me!" I yelled at him, trying to lead Gregory away from Kitty who was now accompanied by Mon Mon and Toru. He turned and threw a punch straight at my head and I was preparing for a hit, when his arm fell to the ground halfway. I watched him struggled to try and pick it up before looking at my mark which was now glowing brighter than ever before "Stop that!" Gregory commanded, still trying to pick his arm back up. He looked over his shoulder at his friend who had been mainly just watching and nodded at him. Gregory's friend started cornering me against the lockers but was pulled back when Kevin attacked him from behind. It looked good for us for that moment right before Gregory managed to lift his hand, heading towards Kevin throwing punch after punch after punch. I glanced right at Kevin's eyes, hoping he was ready, but what I wasn't ready for was that his eyes were glowing bright red. Gregory seemed equally surprised as none of his punches seemed to be harming Kevin at all. Luckily Mon Mon came sprinting round the corner followed by a teacher who dismissed the crowd cheering us on and gave Gregory and his friend a slip of paper, probably a detention slip before ordering us to class.
It was all too overwhelming, I had never been in a fight before and this one seemed much worse than what I thought they were like. "Are you alright?" Kevin turned and hugged me, his eyes back to their normal colour.
"Yeah, are you?" I replied, getting a nod in return before I followed him to class.