A/N: Okay, Spice of Life, your 'Hate Crimes' story gave me the inspiration
for this story. So I say to you, THANK YOU!
Prejudice
Syd Lipsky sat in her fourth period computer lab class, swiveling around in the chair, bored. She was a perfectly normal girl, black hair, green eyes, white skin. But there was something that made her different from all the rest. She and her twin sister Des were synthetic. Two days ago, she had accidentally lost control of her powers while trying to get into school. After a basketball game the night before the incident, she had let her metal claws grow.
She was ashamed of how she was born. 'Synthetic,' she thought. Syd quickly busied herself with her typing level, which was vastly improving. "Dun, dun, dun, I'm on it, I got it...I can do anything...." Syd sang to herself, accentuating each note to the song with a quick keystroke. The bell loudly rang as the 'computer geeks' groaned. Syd was one of the 'geeks', yet she didn't show it around her friends.
Syd slung her purple and orange backpack over her shoulder, preparing to go to fifth period home economics. "Hey, Syd!" Her best friend, Sam Perfect, stopped her at her locker. "Hey, Sam. 'Sup?"
"Nothin' much."
"Same." The bell rang, catching both teen heroines.
"Crap." They both exclaimed before running through the halls to room six.
"AUGH!" Syd exclaimed as she tripped and was sent flying past the door and into another wall, more specifically a locker. She hastily grabbed her books and stepped inside the room. "Sorry, Aunt Jessie..."
"Just sit down, Syd." Jessie was exasperated by her eldest niece's habit of tardiness. It was not a trait that, in Jessie's opinion, Syd should not be so proud of. The lesson continued, with Syd and Sam dozing off in their seats, as was usual. After the bell had rang, freeing the other students from Jessie, she walked over to Syd's desk and yelled, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY-" Syd and Sam quickly jolted up, scared to death of the loud- mouthed woman. "Sorry, Mrs. Barkin." Sam quipped.
"Arh....whatever...."
Syd and Sam stepped out of the room, yawning. "God, I love that class."
"But you hate my aunt, Sam."
"I know, but the nap's worth it."
"You're weird."
"I know."
Syd and Sam walked over to Syd's locker. The locker had the word 'SYNTH' on it.
"Oh..."
Prejudice
Syd Lipsky sat in her fourth period computer lab class, swiveling around in the chair, bored. She was a perfectly normal girl, black hair, green eyes, white skin. But there was something that made her different from all the rest. She and her twin sister Des were synthetic. Two days ago, she had accidentally lost control of her powers while trying to get into school. After a basketball game the night before the incident, she had let her metal claws grow.
She was ashamed of how she was born. 'Synthetic,' she thought. Syd quickly busied herself with her typing level, which was vastly improving. "Dun, dun, dun, I'm on it, I got it...I can do anything...." Syd sang to herself, accentuating each note to the song with a quick keystroke. The bell loudly rang as the 'computer geeks' groaned. Syd was one of the 'geeks', yet she didn't show it around her friends.
Syd slung her purple and orange backpack over her shoulder, preparing to go to fifth period home economics. "Hey, Syd!" Her best friend, Sam Perfect, stopped her at her locker. "Hey, Sam. 'Sup?"
"Nothin' much."
"Same." The bell rang, catching both teen heroines.
"Crap." They both exclaimed before running through the halls to room six.
"AUGH!" Syd exclaimed as she tripped and was sent flying past the door and into another wall, more specifically a locker. She hastily grabbed her books and stepped inside the room. "Sorry, Aunt Jessie..."
"Just sit down, Syd." Jessie was exasperated by her eldest niece's habit of tardiness. It was not a trait that, in Jessie's opinion, Syd should not be so proud of. The lesson continued, with Syd and Sam dozing off in their seats, as was usual. After the bell had rang, freeing the other students from Jessie, she walked over to Syd's desk and yelled, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY-" Syd and Sam quickly jolted up, scared to death of the loud- mouthed woman. "Sorry, Mrs. Barkin." Sam quipped.
"Arh....whatever...."
Syd and Sam stepped out of the room, yawning. "God, I love that class."
"But you hate my aunt, Sam."
"I know, but the nap's worth it."
"You're weird."
"I know."
Syd and Sam walked over to Syd's locker. The locker had the word 'SYNTH' on it.
"Oh..."