9:00 PM, Rayburn Forest
Sweat coated my skin as I ran through the forest, leaves crunching under my feat, dogs barking behind me.
"Cassie!," Clayton called behind me. 'Wait! I can explain!"
"No!," I called back. "I can't trust you anymore!"
Tears filled my eyes as I ran faster, away from the time I became an infested, away from Clayton, away from the government chasing me.
I laughed,cold and hard, as I felt the wind whipping in my face.
I wish this never had happened in the first place.
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10:44 AM, Oak Hills High
I walked through the hallway, my head low enough so my hair could cover my face and clutched my schoolwork and drawings. I dipped and sidestepped groups of students laughing and chattering their lives away, band avoided the "popular groups". As i dipped and sidestepped students, I hear opinions about the recent activity with a group called the Rebels, a group of people who are "infested".
When one person is infested, they have been obtained with quirks like Telepathy or Pyrokinesis. Some people even had quirks no one can explain.People getting infested is rare,it would pop up with no explanation. Or people would be born with it. People that are infested either cause trouble or help. But lately, there had been lots of people that had been causing a hell of a trouble, that people have been calling people that have quirks, the infested. Soon laws were created against the infested, arresting people with quirks, good or bad, old or new. So there was an organization that was created called The Red Rose, wanting to rebel and change the law. When the rebels don't get what they want, they would cause trouble by causing explosions and send messages, sending people in panics.
" I don't like what that infested group is doing," I hear one girl says meekly. "It's scaring my family. Especially my little brother."
"We should teach them a lesson," a boy says. "So that they never do it again."
"I think we should live in peace with the infested. They could control their quirks...right?"
I don't care about this organization or people's opinions about it. I just want to live through high school like a normal school girl would.
I entered my next class for that period, drawing my heart away, when I noticed my hands are twitching, sparks eminating from my fingers.
I hold up my twitching fingers, and look closely at the sparks.
Whats happening, I thought as I clenched my hands into fists to stop the sparking from getting out of hand.
Suddenly, a spark-no lightning bolt- shot out of my clenched fist and hits at the overhead lights.
The room was eerily quiet when the lights blinked off and on continuously, until the lights turned off.
"Is this another attack?" someone asks.
"I don't know," someone else replies.
Suddenly, everyone screamed and crouched down as the overhead lights exploded, pieces of shattered glass scattered throughout the classroom floor.
A stunned silence filled the room, glass crunching beneath students as they walked and stood up to check the other classrooms.
I stayed in silence and stared at my non-twitching hands sparks still coming out of it as the room started into sobs, and screams.
Until one boy shouted, " It happen in all of the classrooms!"
Everone gave worries looks as students and teachers streamed out of the classrooms.
I looked at my hands, the realization hitting me hard.
I'm one of them. I'm an infested.