A/N: This is for the 100 Theme Callenge over on Deviant Art. Basically, each chapter will have a different theme. They're drabbles, but they tie in together mostly. Hope you enjoy.

Stop.

"What is normal? It's a word, yes, an adjective to be specific. The definition, though, is not quite understood. To an average person, 'normal' would be whatever they described themself as; the tiring procedure day in and day out.

I am not your average person.

I've never been a sperm cell, never been a zygote, never been inside a womb. I was manmade, an experiment hatched in a lab by a lonely professor with no children of his own. I was blessed (cursed) by super powers. I've been a freak since birth.

Until I proved myself.

Now these superpowers, they are what help me to fit in. People look up to me, respect me as a leader. This town literally lays in the palm of my hands, and I can choose whether to crush it or pull it out of whatever chaos has fallen over it again.

So is that my normal?

A life of heroism, a life I don't actually want. A life of being told to do this and expected to do that. The pink-eyed girl with the silly name, the long hair. Expected to pass every test without even the slightest blink of an eye.

Does that sound so normal to you?"

She finishes reading her essay, eyes scanning the classroom, searching for a reaction. A few people snort, some laugh at her words while the others just look bored. With a defeated sigh, she makes her way to her seat until their eyes lock.

Red on pink. His eyes hold understanding, a mutual feeling between enemies. The corners of his mouth tilt slightly, nodding his head a little. 'I know how you feel.' She can almost hear him say. This gesture, this small notion of understanding two very different individuals share, sparks her interest and suddenly she wants to know this boy, wants to know more than her fist against his face and black eyes paired with broken noses.

Go.