Chapter 3

Staring at the ground I walked through the hall. Nobody seemed to care that I was unfamiliar. Nobody seemed to care that I was unusual. Nobody seemed to even notice me. I had once been told that I had the kind of face you forget even when looking directly at it. Good. I didn't want to be remembered. Attention had brought me only trouble in the past, so I did my best to dissolve into my surroundings. Each time I sit at the back of the classroom, preferable by the window or the corner. Listening and observing everything without getting involved in any of it. The bell rings, the white empty corridors, grey floor is flooded with students all rushing making their way to the cafeteria as the long awaited lunch has arrived. I do the opposite, I slowly make my way through the corridors to be honest I see nothing special with lunch time, just more minutes that I need to kill. No bothering with food or the long cue I sit down on one of the empty blue round table, placing my legs close to me as I make myself comfortable on the two sits I occupy. Headphones in my ear. Sketchbook resting on my legs. Pencil in my hand. Nothing on my head to what to draw but I still doodle, seeing what might come out of it, letting something random and a mess to come out of my pencil strokes. When someone gently taps me shoulder, making me to take my headphones out. Tilting my head back to see who tapped my shoulder.

"Hello, can I sit with you?" She is relatively short girl, her curly black hair pulled into as neat of a ponytail she has managed, with a few strands of curly locks escaping around her face. Her outfit consists of some black jeans and a blue long sleeve top. I nod to her, moving so that she can take a seat on the chair next to me, the last remaining one standing at the table.

"My name is Azalea."

"Dahlia."

"You must be new."

"Yes."

"Do you like it here so far?"

"Mehh."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes."

"Cool, I have a older brother."

"Nice."

"What is your next lesson?"

"Art."

"Same with me."

"Cool."

"Are you going to say more then one word sentences?"

"No."

"At least you are being honest, but I will get you to talk more."

"Ok."

"Ahh." She places her head down on the table. It will be better if she gives up and leaves me alone, I don't see anything good coming from our friendship at all. The best thing is to keep a distance not repeating my mistakes that I have made, like when it come with my family.

"How is you art teacher?" She lay her head to the side looking at me. Without saying a word I passed my timetable to her so she can answer her own question.

"Cool, we are in the same art class." Great, now there is not a chance I can be left a lone and dissolve into thin air. If she decides to be around me I will need to keep contact to the minimum and control myself as well as I can. I hate myself, why do I have to have this ability? Why not someone else? I feel like with this ability I can not lead a normal life, I don't feel safe to hang around humans or have friends without knowing that any time something my happen and I will kill them. Guilt consumes me and I am stuck with it many say I was very little back then only six,when I said it was my fault they ignored it they said I am too small. Can't understand what has happened when I did very well. My touch can kill and save lifes. Each power/ability needs a weakness, has a weakness and I found out about it the wrong way. Now I constantly live in fear and can't make friends, I distance myself from everyone around me. Its hard to let someone in and I have a challenge now with Azalea.

Whole double lesson drug on thanks to teacher it was a lessen in silence, but I still had Azalea next to me the whole time watching me. It was kind of creepy. So when the bell rung I was the one that was up and ready as soon as the teacher finally let us go. Swirling around everyone in the corridor to get to my locker getting the rest of my stuff that I will need to take home with me, that I was too lazy to carry around with me.

"Hey Dahlia." I tried but she managed to catch up with me now.

"Hi." I continue to walk with her following me.

"Lia, here you are?" Matt and Jack walk up to me placing their arms on my shoulders, the downside of being shorter then the two giants.

"Dad is picking us up so get a move on." Matt the impatient one in the family

"Bye." I turn to Azalea giving her a quick wave

"See you tomorrow." She smiles at me. She is being so nice and I am pushing her away. We walk right to the car me and Jack in the back and Matt at the front next to Nate. As soon as I am in Natre passes me a piece of paper. A grocery list. It looks like we are going to go shopping and the list will grow since I am in control of it.
So here we are walking around the store buying all that Alice wants us to get and some extra food well snacks.

"Hi Dahlia." I think she is seriously stocking me right now. This time she is not alone probably her mum and brother I will say. Her mum is only slightly taller then her, brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes. Her brother is tall curly black hair.

"Hi." I simply say

"This is my brother Sorrel and my mum Iris is over there," She points to her mum who is already talking with Nate and her brother with Jack and Matt and I am with her.

"OK."

"What are your brothers name?"

"I am Matt and over there is Jack." Matt slides by me answering the question for me. Azalea is really trying her best to get me to talk more.

"So doing grocery shopping."

"Yes."

"You need to talk more."

"No."

"Do you talk a lot at home?"

"She hardly talks at home and mostly she is in her room. This is just how she is." Jack ruffles my hair. I might as well let tham talk for me since they know all the answers so well.

"Come on guys we need to go home." Nate hurries us out of the store and into the car and back home to Alice so we can have some dinner then as always up to my room for me probably doing some reading.