Super human strength, unmatched agility, connections with spirits, flame, ice, and wind powers. Theses are all abilities my former friends manifested at the age of twelve, the age children should have awakened a special power by. So why? Why not me? It's lonely to be powerless in a power driven world. Not to mention it just plain sucks. I wonder if I really am cursed like they say.

I walk through a rusty metal doorframe into a poorly lit classroom with five narrow rows of seven wooden desks and seats. This classroom had to hold around thirty-five students even though it was only designed to hold twenty. I glanced over to the two large splotchy windows that cover one side of the classroom.

I don't even want to know what's on it. It's giving me the same impression as my first day of school.

Welp, here goes another day in prison. It's the second day of my third miserable year at the Pacific School of the Gifted. The "gifted" in our name was sarcastic, because this school was for the talentless of the talentless. In fact, I was only excepted into this school because it's the worst school in the awakened program.

I'm so tired of my life. Yesterday I was filled with frustration and panic, as the teacher announced we were to stand at the front of the class and introduce ourselves and our abilities. I had to go though this every year and see the shock and unpleasant gazes of my classmates.

Now everybody already knows what a useless freak I am, and before, they were sure to let me know I wasn't welcome.

I trudge to the back corner of the fifth row and plop into my assigned seat.

At least these are individual desks, I wouldn't be able to handle having a table partner.

The clamor of other students flowing through the door and filling the classroom made me nervous.

I just want to make it through today. Thats the goal.

At least until I mistakenly carried eye contact with Stieven Monran. I usually know better to keep my head down, damn it!

I have had the misfortune of sharing previous classes with him.

I was always trapped in the same class as him because the bastards that call themselves teachers keep every homeroom class together while we rotate subjects.

Stieven quickly comes my way, with his two usual lackeys behind him, Jericho and Will. Jericho is a dark-skinned, black haired boy with an array of light freckles. Will is the complete opposite, with peachy pale skin, and hair so light it appears to burns white. Neither of them were ugly, like the usual bullies in my life. They have been best friends since the third grade, and are a perfect dynamic duo. It's too bad they're both major jerks.

Stieven stops at my desk and snickers, distorting the light acne I notice on his sunburned face. He ruffles his dirty blonde hair and squints his snake-like blue eyes. He reaches towards me and snatches my glasses off of my face. Slightly scratching my left eyebrow in the process.

I try not to react. Sometimes staying quiet and letting things happen is the fastest way to stop it. I know from experience, I just hope he won't break my glasses.

Looks like the dumbass Kody isn't only stupid, but he's blind too!

Jericho and Will glance at each other with cheeky expressions and both sneer at me while agreeing with Stieven's remark.

I had previously never worn my glasses to school because I wore contacts everyday, including yesterday, however, I just can't afford to buy them anymore.

Proudly Will chirps, It's a good thing he's at the back of the class where he belongs. Nobody wants you here Kody, you should drop out.

Jericho nods and is about to continues this pathetic attempt at trying to "break" me when our surly, pessimistic teacher walks in.

I want everyone in their seats, now!

Mr. Knark groans after that announcement and slowly walks to his desk. He has a sharp jawline, light facial hair, visible eye bags, and a messy, untamed, brown bed head. He keeps round glasses propped on the top of his head in his hair. I often wonder why he became a teacher, he doesn't look older than his late 20s, and he's smart, so I imagine he could have had a bright future. I'm not really sure what his power is, he refused to tell us saying it's "unbecoming" of a teacher to brag about their skill.

I glance over at our power chart. A poster to the left of the whiteboard has our abilities ranked from so called best to worst. The students in the top five were Stieven, Jericho, Will, Jordan, and Caisey. I expected to find my name last, but it turns I got excluded from the evaluation so my name isn't on it, which I find insulting. Stieven is at the top with [iron bones]. He can enforce his body to be harder than steel. I know it all too well, though he's not good enough to be first. Jericho is in second with [sirens call], which I'm not really sure what it is but it has a hypnotic attribute. Will has levitation powers though I'm not sure what his actual skill is called. He can make himself or anything else float as long as it's not too heavy. I'm not sure he or Jericho belong here, but I think an incident at their middle school sentenced them to this miserable school. Jordan, a short, shaggy haired, Mexican girl with long eyelashes, has [double-vision]. This allows her to see things clearly from immense distances. Which is kind of ironic compared to the name of her skill, although it's impressive. Finally, Caisy, with the power of [beast tamer]. She mostly uses her power to make her dogs love her and to befriend squirrels. She basically influences the minds of animals. The rest of the chart was too long to read so I look back at our teacher.

He was in the middle of explaining of how bad of a mood he was in because he skipped his morning coffee.

In my opinion, everyone at this school is in a bad mood.

Mr. Knack decides we need reforming:

Okay, students, as you are well aware you are at this school because you suck-

Yep he definitely shouldn't be a teacher

-but I'm here to fix that. Of course there is nothing wrong with all of you, except for the fact that you're all mannerless brats. But, hey, I'm here because I suck too right?

Mr. Knark tilted his head and displayed a loose, lopsided, grin.

Yup I'm a failure at life. I'm here to make sure your not, I had a speech like this yesterday so blah blah I won't waste anymore of your time.

He handed out our lesson for the day, and the rest of the class was a blur until I was frantically finishing the last question on my paper as the bell rang.

Mr. Knark made everyone leave the classroom when we were done with the worksheet, which made it easier to slip away from my bullies, who were caught up talking to him. After saying my goodbyes to Mr. K, I bolted down the hallway, the bell already rang almost a minute ago so the halls were buzzing with students ready to ditch school. I swerve through the mob of people, knowing that Stieven is probably out of class by now. I make a sharp left and dash down the stairs to the first floor.

I was bummed at first when I found out my class was going to be on the second floor, because I thought it would be harder to leave school earlier.

I successfully make it down the stairs, pass our schools vacant trophy case and bolt out the door.

AHH! I can finally breathe. I take in my first real deep breaths of the day as I get further away from that crappy school.

I'm filled with joy as I realize today is not a day I'll be beat by my classmates.

Until I realize where my destination is. The full feeling I had earlier now deflates as I think about home.