Chapter 1-Intro

Yeah, life can go downhill sometimes. I would know. Going between a jail cell and hiding isn't my idea of a good life. But I haven't got a choice.

Here's the snap: I'm (barely) sixteen. That's right. I spent my Sweet Sixteen in a holding cell, waiting for food. All I got special that day was food that tasted edible. Nevertheless, it seemed like it was something to remember. Cammie diRaso, Teenage Messup.

It started, back when I was still fifteen. Actually, before that. Apparently, I'm part of an obscure group of teens with extra-special abilities. Translation: I'm a mutant with powers. We were supposed to report to some facility for identification, but I never showed up. This triggered a police response, and I ended up running for what I thought was my life.

That's when I found out my 'special ability'. I could change the colors of anything I touched. My hair, my clothes, even people. I also found out that the only reason the government was rounding us up was because of an attempted overthrow, back in the 50's. They couldn't rick having another attempt by the same crowd, so they made it law that any 'persons with abilities not of the normal reach' would have to be carefully tracked. If any failed to comply, they would be put in holding centers, far from the reach of society.

The people who told me this were like me. One was a shapeshifter. Another was blind, but could see the future. The last was an air-shifter. he could bend the air to make something invisible, make it seem like something was there, or just create wind.

They had escaped from a center, but hadn't been caught. The shapeshifter, a girl with dark, dark hair and eyes, grinned when they said this. She was my age, maybe a bit older. She admitted to being a rash thinker, not always thinking plans through.

Wait, don't let me get too far.

So, I was walking to school. A normal day. I had a test third period, and I would spend lunch with my friends. Go home, do homework, watch TV. Except, I never made it home.

I never mentioned the lab thing with my friends. It seemed like a joke, really, so why bother? Now, I wish I had. As I was walking to school, a police car started to follow me. It ordered me to stop and hold my hands over my head. Instead, I did the rational thing.

I ran like hell.

The car gave chase, until I ran into the woods. I hadn't been thinking, only to run where they couldn't get me. I hid there for three more days. Then, the real fun began.

Reviews

[Puramu Amai]

From what I had read, I find your story very interesting. Because of my interest in mutants with powers, superheros, etc, this introduction sponged me right into the story. Not only that your choice of words really give the impression of a barely sixteen-year-old. Good Job.

[.:Lu:.]

My wrist is being a meanie butt!

You happy now?

[Silent Knight]

A spelling error I found, near the middle you have "they couldn't rick having..." Is that supposed to be risk? Other than that this is really interesting!