Gifted

            “Wake up!” A voice sounded inside my mind. That voice was not one of the ones that usually chatter inside my head- instead it was Ash's. Man, I hated that guy. He just had to be up with the sun, and have the rest of us awake as well. Groaning, I sat up. I looked sleepily around the small bedroom. It looked the same as every other hotel suite I have ever been in; white walls, mahogany furniture, decorative flowers- it's all the same. It never changes.

            I admit it, living out of your suitcase is not fun; but being in a group of teenagers always on the move, you get used to it. “Get out of my head!” the third person in our group, Kailee, yelled. There were only three of us; Kailee, Ash, and me. Although I'm sure that there are plenty of kids living with other kids, and no adults, I'm even more sure that none are like us. We're the oddballs of humanity. Me- the schizophrenic shape shifter, Ash- the annoying telepath, and Kailee- the also annoying teleporter. Again, we are humanity's oddballs.

            I got up and walked out into the small kitchen. Ash was leaning against the granite counter, holding a cup of coffee. Even just looking at him made me more annoyed. His blonde hair, hanging in his eyes- too long, his eyes- too blue, nose and mouth- too perfect, his body- again, too perfect. He had absolutely no physical faults, and it just made me mad. His appearance didn't strike me as handsome, though. Considering the fact that he had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember, acting as my older brother. He was there for me at all times, and I was there for him. He was there when I first shifted shapes, and I was there when he had entered someone's mind for the first time. Now he was just here to annoy and taunt me.

            “Hand over the freaking coffee, Ash.” I demanded irritably, and he handed it over to me with a small smile on his lips. “It's black, isn't it?” I grabbed the mug, took a sip, and poured the whole thing down the drain.

            “Hey!” He exclaimed mentally. I forgot to mention that Ash is vocally mute. Although he does communicate with normal people through sign language. “That was mine! I didn't expect you to do that!” I raised my eyebrows at him.

            “Really? You should know me better than that by now.” I turned to the coffee maker, took the pot, and filled two cups with the gross black coffee. One for Ash, one for Kailee, I'm the only one that drinks the normal coffee.

            “You know I actually did make you coffee, it's in the microwave.” I smiled at him, opened the microwave, and took out my mug of coffee. There was a note attached to it. “Read it,” Ash prompted. “Out loud.” I opened the note.

            “Happy Birthday. Love, Your Best Friend.” I read, and then added somberly “Thanks.” He smiled in return. He's the only one, other than me, that knows when my birthday is. I don't fully trust Kailee with that little bit of information just yet. He gave me a quick hug. Then, just like every year before, I lit a match and burned the note over the sink. Once finished, I went to wake Kailee up, officially. Coffee in hand, hers and mine. The minute I stepped into the room, she sat up.

            “Wow, you don't normally get up the second I walk in. Most of the time you groan and tell me to disappear.” I commented, she shrugged

            “I smelled the coffee. Now, gimme.” She reasoned, snatching the mug from my hand. I didn't leave, just stood there, looking at her. We really don't normally get to see Kailee, the queen of perfect, look so disheveled. Her straight brown hair currently resembled a rat's nest, her emerald eyes tired, full mouth pouty, and twig thin figure drowning in too big pajamas. She noticed me looking at her. “Shoo, no one should see me like this.” I rolled my eyes at her, but decided not to test my luck with her this early in the morning. I turned to walk away.