There is one word written on my locker when I finally arrive at school. It's obviously not in my handwriting, and is written in bold, red sharpie, completely covering my locker.

FREAK.

I almost laugh at the irony of it all. "Almost" being the key word.

I smile bitterly. If they think I'm a freak now, then I can't wait to see their reaction when they find out what I really am. I mean, come on! I've been acting like a normal human the whole time, and yet they still think I'm crazy.

Ha. If only they knew how insane I really am.

Lissa and her group of followers pass me by, and they all turn up their noses or roll their eyes, their way of acknowledging me. I roll my eyes back at them.

Ugh. Some humans think that they're all that just because they can do whatever they want and not have anyone holding them back. I'll admit, sometimes I envy them for that. But then I realize that it doesn't matter, because the pros almost always beat the cons.

"Almost" still being the keyword.

I mess with the lock for a second before I remember my combination. I lost the slip of paper the first two weeks into school, and a lot of times I forget the combination, and then end up remembering it. Solely because they just happen to be the same numbers I had at the School.

I swiftly shuffle all of my things that aren't needed for first period into my locker, shutting it as quickly as possible.

I'm about to make my way down the hall and into first period, when I bump into someone turning around. I don't look at them so I can't tell who they are, but I'm pretty sure they aren't anyone I actually want to know. Heck, this freaking school is made up entirely of people I really wish I didn't know.

I try to just keep going down the hall and not start some argument without whoever it was. But they seem to disagree, because a male voice shouts, "Watch it, Freak!"

The capitol "f" is very necessary, since I am actually the only one in the school that's called that a lot. Sometimes, if a person's a true "Social Catastrophe" (Lissa's pet name for anyone who isn't popular), then they'll get called a freak once or twice. But I'm called it daily. I don't understand why just about everybody hates me. I mean, I never did anything to anyone that would make me a SC—well, except when I punched Lissa's face in on the first day of school, but that was it! Any anyways, I didn't even hit her that hard—she only got a nosebleed.

I don't respond to the boy's shouting. I already apologized, so why do it again? I just try to ignore him—maybe he'll go away. Usually, the Populars will get tired of shouting insults at me when I don't even show any sign of being the slightest bit angry or annoyed. But this one doesn't. Right when I'm making my way past him, he shoves my shoulder roughly and says, "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

I glance at his face and find out that it is Laden, the jock. He's one of the Head Populars (or Pops, for short) and currently Lissa's boyfriend. It won't last long, though. Lissa swaps boyfriends every week, or—if she's feeling generous—two weeks.

Even if I hate Laden, I have to admit: he's good looking. Blonde hair, swoop bangs, "sparkling" blue eyes—the whole cliché shebang. Being a jock, he wasn't exactly a wimp either.

I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only girls in my school that doesn't swoon over him. Maybe two or three other girls like me, but certainly not that many.

I'm getting fed up with his persistence—I must have caught him in a bad mood. Whatever. It's only seven thirty-six o'clock and I am already in a terrible mood. My Anger keeps building up by the second, so I need somewhere to lash some out on. How about him? While Laden's strong, he's all bronze and no brains. I'm strong and I could easily outsmart him.

"Because I really care." I retort sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "And I'm done talking to you, so move." I shove roughly past him. I only get a few feet down the hall though when he grabs my shoulder and twists me around before I can react. I am surprised no one in the halls has noticed us yet, but they are all too busy with their own conversations to pay any attention to ours.

"Don't you—" He starts heatedly. He's cut off, though, by a voice. "Hey!"

A girl—probably in her freshman year—comes running down the hall in the opposite direction I am, so Laden's back is to her. The girl is very pretty, but not in the try-hard way like all the Pops. She has brown, long, curly hair that's braided down her back and she seems to be Hispanic. She also has the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen (I am not lesbian; so don't go thinking any thing. I'm just describing how pretty she is). They look like dark Hershey's chocolate.

She isn't wearing anything near what all the Populars do—that is to say: nothing revealing or preppy. She's wearing dark wash skinny jeans, a white spaghetti-strap, and a light pink cardigan over that. Her black flats have a sort of flower design on them, and her necklace appears to suppose to match that design. I remember everyone at the school, and I haven't ever seen her before. I guess that she is a New Girl.

Laden turns around to find the owner of the voice. He smiles, a little sarcastically, and says, "Well, who do we have here? A Newbie?" He raises an eyebrow at her, and I wait patiently for her response.

The New Girl holds her head a little higher and her voice has more steel in it the next time she speaks. "The Newbie's got a name."

I admire her for her vigor, but I don't let that show on my face. The New Girl looks at Laden and changes the subject. "What do you think you were doing?"

He's obviously finding her vex amusing, and smirks at her, seemingly trying to humor her. "Having a chat with Maxi Dearest. What's it to you?" I am surprised he remembers my name since everyone just refers to me by insults. Except, of course, the teachers, but still—nearly nobody pays attention when the teachers do roll call.

Her verve obviously hasn't worn off. "Well, when I see some guy shoving around a girl a lot smaller than him, I usually suspect something wrong is going on." I mentally scream. I am not weak! I don't want to be seen as the-girl-who-couldn't-take-care-of-herself! I'm fine on my own!

Max, just calm down, the ever so familiar Voice instructions me. He hasn't actually taken to a command yet, though, so I still have free will. I take a breath and zone back in on what's going on.

Laden tells her, "This is none of your concern, so just run along and go to class." He does the generic "Shoo, shoo" gesture in the general direction of where she came running from.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of the fire alarm blares through out the hallways and each in turn rapidly covers their ears with their hands. I drop my book bag in the process, but ignore it for the time being.

Laden and the girl are too focused to notice me sling my bag over my right shoulder, and hurry off down the halls, trying to stay overlooked from them.

So, yeah. This was made COMPLETELY out of boredom, so it probably won't be going anywhere any time soon xP

Um...

By the way, this is just a prologue. And, also, Max has wings and the voice. But not extra powers.

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