Aversion Of This World - Chapter 1

It was an ordinary day.

Well...for me anyway.

I awoke to the sound of my radio alarm clock. Groggily, I fumbled to turn it down. I checked the display.

7:30

Shit.

A jolt of electricity ran through me as I raced into the shower.

"Late, again Miss Garson..." intoned Mr Henley, my reg teacher. The one person who I loathed above all others in this hell hole of a school. I plugged my iPod into my ears to block out his monotone bulletin and let my straightened ebony hair cover my face, it was going to be a long day.

Walking to my first class of the day, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey! Tyler wait up!"

Urgh who is it this time...

"Wow you walk fast! Not trying to get away are we?". The blonde girl's ringlets bounced as she laughed.

Katlynn, a gossip girl who seemed oblivious to everyone around her. Only tolerated by me because it was hard not to with her upbeat personality. Also she was short and adorable; blonde hair, blue eyes and thin. Next to her, I was just a bleak, bland 'weirdo'. A label which I did not even bother changing because I just didn't care.

"Nice top by the way."

Again, hard not to like her despite her annoyingly perfect nature.

I looked down at my top. Blood red strappy top with my black zip up hoodie over it. I had coupled it with dark skinny jeans, black converse and an odd Indian necklace I bought from a charity shop years ago.

"Umm...thanks?"

"So did you hear about the new girl coming to the school?"

I shook my head and continued staring at the ground as we walked.

"I heard she got kicked out of her last school, and her name's Jamie, something about blowing up the chemistry lab..."

Good lord, not even at the school and the new girl's a reject. I'm not even going to bother with this conversation. I turned up the volume and stalked off.

Turning the corner a blast of ice suddenly chilled me. This is summer, something was definitely wrong. It wasn't a breeze even, it was a rip-air-from-your-lungs gust. I looked nervously around and used my magick.

Oh yeh, I can use magick.

Not magick as in witches and potions etc.

But magick that is pure and ... well... I'm not quite sure, I only call it magick because there is no other word for it. It just is right. No one knows of my powers, probably because they just don't notice the weird things that go on around me. Flickering lights when I'm angry, how I sort of glow when I'm happy or the way that things happen to be 'misplace' around the classroom when I get bored. I have no one close to me so no one realizes. I don't have parents to notice.

When I turned 13 things started happening. At the orphanage I was always an outcast, the quiet ice-white girl with emerald eyes. The others were afraid of me, (the toddlers even cried when I was near). But the others became even more afraid when they noticed me eating with my knife and fork, just hovering in front of me, cutting my food. They never told, they were too afraid.

Eventually, I got transferred to a different orphanage. I kept to myself this time, knowing too well that people who did not know things tried to demolish them.

So here I was, seeking with my magick. No unusual activity.

Interesting. There was a new presence, an offbeat individual.

I was already late so I decided to scramble to class and investigate later.

Entering English I felt a rumble of gossip roll over the room. I sat down at the back next to the window, took my jotter out and began sketching. I tried to concentrate on the music in my ears but some people were fidgeting but trying to look natural, others acting too cool. Urgh, I hated these facades. I glared at my notebook and continued drawing.

I managed this for a small stretch of time, then I heard a cough.

Looking up my eyes fastened onto misty grey ones. I stared blankly at this greek god before me. Angular high cheekbones, soft pouty lips, naturally tanned skin with jet black hair.

I raised my eyebrow, rolled my eyes and resumed attacking my notebook.

Another throat clearing noise. I looked up again, noticing jealous sneers from girls.

"Yes?"

"Uh....", he said.

Wow talk about witty.

"What?", he must be shocked or something, used to girls being illiterate around him or something, he seemed the big headed type.

"Can I sit here? I'm Jamie by the way..." he extended his hand with a grin.

"Isn't there any other spaces you can take?", no one ever sat next to me, it was my own rule. I looked around the room fiercely searching for another seat. All were taken. He smirked at my crestfallen expression.

"Well it wasn't really a question, I thought you would like the thought though." Jamie said.

"Don't speak to me or you'll sit on the floor." I growled, starting to take notes off the board now.

About half way through the lesson he nudged me.

"So do you put up the hard ball act or is it all natural?"

"What happened to the no talking rule?"

"I don't recall signing that contract."

"Look I'm sorry if I can't be bothered talking to some smirk faced, big headed jock who immediately judges my personality without having a proper conversation, labeling me!"

"Hypocrite!" he sang. I scowled.

The rest of the lesson was spent with me listening to music in my own bubble, once and a while I looked to my right, but I subsequently stopped that when I noticed Jamie checking out my ass. I threw on a disgusted look and put my bag in between me and him, destroying his viewpoint.

When we had packed up with a minute to go I sat on top of the desk and looked outside. I decided to muck around with my magick abit, so I blew a breeze through a girl's, who was outside, hair. It messed up her perfectly straightened style. A small smile spread across my face.

Someone next to me tensed. The bell went and I slid off the table and exited the room.