It's silly really, I don't even know why I came here. Why on earth would I want to be stuck in some stuffy old building with freaks who are far from normal? Oh yeah, I remember now, it's because I'm one of them. I'm the same as those so called freaks but even in this place I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb. Because even though everyone here is here for the same reason I'm still that little bit different to them, it's time to face it, I'm not meant to fit in anywhere. My life is never going to be normal and I should have realized that the moment I found out what I am, a multi-powerist. Someone who doesn't just posses one 'special talent' making them different from everyone else standing in the crowd, I posses several. I don't know why people like the professors here call them special, all I see it is another reason for me to be bullied and pushed around like I'm a piece of shit. If it wasn't hard enough being the only out kid in my school, they had to go and find out about my abilities too, I never asked for this life, to be so different. All I wanted was to fit in, be normal, go through school without being seen, but this is real life, there are no fairy godmothers or genies in a lamp making wishes, just mutants who's lives were changed from an experiment gone wrong right in the middle of a baby boom. At least when things got tough my abilities allowed me to escape, to run and not show them the pain I felt, if they saw that their words and actions were getting to me then surely it would have gotten worse.

It was junior year when my dad found out about the bullying, when the words thrown at me became dull and numb so the bullies decided to take a more hands on approach. Unlike the pain I felt, the bruises were not something I could hide just by changing form, they were very real and very visable, meaning that I couldn't hide them, it seems pretty pointless to be able to do things against the ordinary and still not be able to make things better in your life. So when junior year came to an end, I was pulled out of school and pushed into another. The one I'm currently standing outside of, Jefferson's School for the gifted, a place where people alike me could go and not have to hide what they harnessed, only accepting people over the age of seventeen when powers finally settled into the body and were able to be controlled.

Don't get me wrong, I'm more than thankful to get away from McKinley though the nerves still build up in me, when a fear enters your body it's hard to shake off, so even when you know you should be safe somewhere like this, where everyone is so alike, the fear still grips your heart tight and makes you think about all the bad things that could happen. My insecurities must have been written all over my face, because before I knew it there was a hand clasped on my shoulder, big and strong, comforting, something that felt like home. It's then that I finally turn my attention from the new students filtering into the building and settle my gaze on the man who is my everything.

"A hero isn't measured by the size of their muscle or their powers. But is measured by the size of their heart, and how much they are willing to protect those who need it."

It's strange just how a few small words that sound like they're out of some self help book make me feel better, the nerves that was burrowing into every inch of my body quieting down, I'm ready to accept this new chapter into my life, I'm just scared to do that and the fact I didn't need to say that to the man sitting in front of me proves how much I'm showing my emotions. I know I'll be okay, I have a kind heart and I would never use the powers I posses for the wrong reasons, not for fame or fortune, but to help people of they need helping. I just have to believe in myself more, to have strength and courage and to put my past behind me.

With a small thanks and a hug that I don't want to break away from I let my dad know that I'm finally ready, taking a deep breath and moving to get out of the car. Retrieving my suitcases I stand on the sidewalk with my dad's arm around me, words of wisdom and tearful goodbyes land me in another bone crushing hug, I feel like I'm a young boy again, after my mother had died and all I wanted to do is stay within the tight embrace of my fathers loving arms.

"Be good, Kurt and make sure no one here pushes you around. I see what you can do and if anyone gives you trouble, just let them have it."

I know he's joking, my father is one who would never condone violence unless it was necessary, but there was still a slight hint in his voice that let me know he meant some of it. I chuckle, nodding against his shoulder in agreement.

"I'm pretty sure that's not allowed Dad, but I won't let them off easy if it comes down to it."

Once the truck pulls away, I'm left standing alone. In a new place with new people and no comfort from home apart from a photo of me from my younger days. I take a deep breath before my feet carry me towards the main entrance, this is it, this is my life now and it better treat me better than my old one did.