The old, straw-sack chairs creaked under me as I stared gloomily at the sudden downpour of rain. 

Just so everyone knows, that rain has nothing to do with me. I don't have powers - despite what everyone says. I'm normal.

Opposite my parents and me, a tall, lean man stared down at me over his large glasses, perched on the end of his nose. His nose was so long and pointy that it could rival Pinocchio's. 

"I'm sorry to say," he began, not looking sorry at all, "That Harley is not a regular human." 

A flash of lightening cut through the sky as I glared at him. My parents shook with fear. Surely they didn't believe that the sudden storm was created by me did they?!  

One look at their face was enough to tell me that they did. 

The storm grew fiercer, causing the trees outside to sway angrily. Thunder rumbled outside the door, like my stomach. What? I was dragged here before I could even touch my microwave pizza. I was hungry. The poor pizza was sitting abandoned on the counter.

"Might I suggest, that he attends West High, so that he can control this." He gestured at he window. To my horror, my parents nodded in agreement. Great.

A week later, my parents had finished the paperwork and told me to pack. Half-heartedly, I stuffed my suitcase with everything I would need, saying goodbye to my bedroom. I almost tripped down the stairs, When my mother told me to bring it down. 

Usually, I would call them "Mum" and "Dad" but at that moment (to emphasis my disgust) I called them by their real names; "Mother" or "Father", or simply "Parental Unit 1" and "Parental Unit 2".

"I'm sure it will be fun," Parental Unit 1 told me cheerfully, "Think of all the new friends you will make."

"Yes, Margret."

"Don't call your mum that, show some respect," John chipped in.

"Of course, Father." 

Sighing deeply, they both gave up. An uncomfortable silence followed so I stared out the window, thinking about the new freaks - I mean friends - I will be meeting. 

The gravel driveway loomed closer. As we pulled up, father opened my door. I gave him a look of loathing and slammed the door again. Irritated, he pinched the bridge of his nose and hauled me out. As I was trying to scramble for the door, he dragged me up to the school building. 

A beautiful woman with pale blonde curls greeted us. "I'm Miss Kingsley," she introduced, smiling warmly, "Here is your uniform. Get changed and head to English, when you're done."

Taking the timetable and the pile of clothes, I walked to my room to get dress. The uniform was a dun brown colour with a brown tartan tie. Ugh.

Once dressed, I glanced in the mirror. The boy staring back at me didn't look that bad actually. My skinny frame was hidden under a blazer and pair of trouser, matching in colour, and a crisp white shirt. My dusty blonde hair had been brushed neatly just above my eye. 

I grabbed my satchel and headed to English, feeling a tiny bit excited, despite the feeling of dread I had felt before.

In the classroom overweight man was droning on about how Darwin's theory corresponds with Jekyll and Hyde. I glanced around the room. An boy with messy, dark curls was carving a pattern into his desk with a penknife. I shuddered.

The teacher finally noticed me. He hurried me in, gently shutting the door behind him. "You must be Harley Donnally," he said, "I'm Mr Coppersberg. Nice to have you in our class. Please seat yourself next to Mr Conner." 

The curly-haired boy, hearing his name looked up and sheepishly put his knife away. Reluctantly, I walked over to him. His big brown eyes locked on mine and he gave me a lazy grin. Even from a guy's perspective he was heartthrob material.

"I'm Jake Conner," he told me, as I unpacked my things. 

"Harley Donnally," I replied. 

I traced the decorations he had given our table with unexpected admiration. Almost forgetting that it had been done with a knife. Not exactly what most people would bring to school. He smiled, warmly at me.

While Mr Coppersberg was continuing to bore the hell out of everyone, Jake told me the names of all the students.

"That's Lucinda," he said pointing to a dark-haired girl with startling blue eyes, "We call her Princess. I gave her that nickname when we dated and it stuck."

"That's Megan." He pointed to a girl with honey coloured hair and olive green eyes. She was flawless. "She is also known as Barbie, for obvious reasons."

"That's Kyle. Also known as Fire-Hazard." As if to prove the point to his nickname, his desk was suddenly engulfed in flames. "Holy Crap!" I cried, causing Coppersberg to turn away from his stone-age blackboard. 

He told a boy called Ethan to put out the flames. Ethan put his palms together and sent a jet of water towards Kyle's desk, knocking it flying but in his defence it did put out the flames. Jake told me that Ethan's nickname was Aquaman, which made me snicker.

"That there is Jesse," He pointed to an unfortunate boy, whose parents obviously didn't like him that much. "We call him Buttercup after the green Power-Puff girl." I laughed again.

"That is Tom," he pointed to a guy with pale brown hair, "Also known as Time-Lord." Tom was eating an apple while Coppersberg wasn't looking. Each time he finished it he waved his fingers and it reverted back to a full apple again. My jaw-dropped in awe.

"That's Lily," he gestured to a tall athletic girl, "She is our fastest runner, hence the name Runner-Bean. With her power, she could make Usain Bolt look like an amateur." 

"Those are the twins Cleo and Theo," he pointed at two red haired twins, "We just call them 'the twins'."

He then pointed to a tanned guy with dark-hair and two horns protruding from his head. "That's Lucifer. As you might've guess that is Satan's son." I stared at him, trying to tell if he was joking but he looked serious. 

"Yuki is the girl sitting next to Emo-boy, Blake, we call her Elsa." Blake definitely looked emo. His black hair swept across his pale forehead and his eyes were underlined in thick bags. Yuki, however, was the complete opposite. Her small delicate features were less pale than his and her flawless skin was covered by a thin layer of makeup. She looked like a K-pop idol.

Lunch followed English and I hadn't realised how hungry I was until the bell ringed. Tom called out to Jake (at least I assumed he did). "Oi Psycho. Are you going to sit with us or are you going to play with that wolf of yours." Jake grinned.

"I'd rather play with the wolf," he replied. Tom shook his head, smiling. 

"Fine then, see you around." With that he turned and followed the others into the dining hall. We followed to get food. 

The dining hall was packed with students from different classes. Jake and I weaved our way through. I picked up a BLT sandwich and Jake picked up a Chicken and bacon one, before motioning me to follow him. 

We walked upstairs to a room with a "KEEP OUT" sign on the door. Jake pushed the door open and a big dog bounded out. 

The dog was so huge that it nearly knocked me over. It looked like a grey wolf but not as non-people friendly.

"That's Wolf," Jake told me, calling him on to his bed, "he's Czechoslovakian Wolfdog." 

Gingerly, I patted Wolf, once I was safely beside Jake. Wolf licked my hand, affectionately. I then turned to Jake and asked him a question that had been at the back of my mind for ages.

"Why did Tom call you Psycho?"

"Because I'm a psychopath," He answered simply. Noticing the fear in my eyes, he continued. "Don't worry not all psychopaths kill people. I'm just manipulative, obsessive and lack empathy." He grinned at me.

Not sure how to feel, I smiled back weakly. Jake quickly changed the subject. "Why are you here anyways?" 

"People believe I change the weather," I sighed.

"That's so cool! Make a storm!" He sounded like an excitable child. I did as he said and a thunderstorm erupted outside. Jake's puppy dog eyes lit up with excitement.

Maybe I am a freak. Maybe that's not so bad.

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