Hidden Powers

AVASA

"Loser, watch where you are going!" a voice yelled.

I crashed into a body so hard I almost ricocheted to another planet. For some seconds, I was disconcerted.

The dissonance of noisy chitchat in the cafeteria brought me back to reality. My eyes roved around each table, It was packed with people from different cliques, extending their voices to be heard above the din.

The food that sat on the table in front of each student was secondary to the information that was exchanged here. Then, I noticed Candy and her clones pressed together at their 'usual' table gossiping.

I rolled my eyes, sighing for the umpteenth time, as well as, attempted getting up, only to drill into something yet again. It was hard, as well as bony and the owner yelped.

''Me?'' I queried back, as well as browsed the cafeteria for the umpteenth time to be sure.

I loathed being stared at not because I was cool, beautiful or anything. In fact, it was the opposite of the aforementioned words. I disliked it because it made me conscious of how I looked.

Besides, that was Candy area of speciality- being the centre of attention and I wasn't her.

Candy and her clones sauntered to where we were, also attempted to be part of the conversation. Her clones were four girls that did everything like her- From the kind of hairdo they sport on weekly, the artificial blonde hair in place of their natural ones and their phoney accent as they strived to not only be like her but also to speak like her.

Even down to their clothing. All East Side Academy girls had their red checkered skirt on their knees whereas theirs had been trimmed to be mid-thigh. They donned on pink blazers in place of wine-coloured ones on us. Then had on a wedge in place of the ballet flat recommended.

Perhaps, she broke most of the rules because she was one of the founder great-granddaughters.

Since then, every time her face flashed into view, all I felt was rage and wished to smash her silicon face so it would not be repairable anymore. However, I couldn't since I didn't want to land myself in trouble of being in suspension for two weeks or expulsion.

Candy didn't hide her emotions of hate towards me- She made it known to everyone at East Side Academy, which made me had few to no friends at all since they didn't want to get on the bad side of Queen Bitch. They all avoided me as if I were a plague.

Like I was being propelled by a mysterious force, for what happened next was unlike me. I snapped as all the feelings I had towards her for making my life a living hell surged out. I didn't care if everyone was watching me or not. In fact, I couldn't suppress the emotion any longer.

I balled my hands into a fist, holding them at my side, "Thank you so much Candice Cobbler. Unlike your name which means shoe mender, my name is Avasa Ryan. I don't have a first name such as Fugly or a middle name like Wren. I'm sick of what you and your group of wannabes think of me. I don't even care anymore. What is there to brag about?'' My nostrils flared as I continued without waiting for an answer because I didn't need one and I was at the point of no return.

"OK let me guess, you attend East Side Academy, I also do the same. You wear the same uniform as me, you're a boarder and I'm also a boarder. So tell me now, why the heck have you been breathing down my neck?" I asked again, feeling my body trembled with outrage.

Candy's jaw went slacked and snapped it close as soon as she opened it. Her face hardened, and for a few seconds, I thought she was going to pummel my face as she tightened her hand into a fist. People never talk back at her, ever.

My gaze widened as she marched away with her clones, not glancing back for once. I exhaled slowly as I felt my throat tightening- I had ceased my breath whilst anticipating Candy's reaction.

I twirled around as the sound of clapping permeated into my mind.

All the Cliques in school at the cafeteria applauded me. I couldn't imagine I had just lost my temper over a minor issue.

"Wow, that went well. I was thinking I had to put the bitch in her place myself. I'm glad you did." Blonde beamed, whilst smoothening the nonexistence creased on the skirt.

I had forgotten that I was not alone because of my exchange with Candy. I stared the three kids from the other school down, then went on my way.

"That was actually rude, Sutton!" a voice hollered which I guessed was Curly's.

"You haven't seen rude, yet," I mumbled. I swivelled, extending my middle finger to them. I wished I didn't veer around because the expression on their faces was kind of amusing.

On a normal day, I could have burst out laughing, however, it wasn't so I trekked to where I parked my beat-up mustang truck instead. I massaged my temple as I slid in.

"Why does my life have to be filled with so much drama?" I questioned myself whilst banging my head on the steering wheel. With a sigh, I drove out of the lot.