lethal //phan

t h r e e

Phil
Phil's eyes scanned the room once everyone had settled into their seats, looking at each individual desk, and each individual person sat behind it. He looked at their eyes, hair and the way each coloured badge contrasted their jackets, resembling their powers.

A single person in one of those chairs would be the one he'd spend every minute of the day sat next to. He was hoping that whoever the person was would be someone he'd get on well with.

Based on the fact he'd been getting a lot of attention as it was, he wasn't pleased when the teacher decided to subject him to what he saw as yet more complete and utter humiliation as she introduced him to the class - not that it seemed he needed one, everyone knew he was there -as of then he didn't want to be introduced, he wanted to be invisible.

"As some of you may know we have a new student, his name is Phil and I'm sure you're all going to help him get settled in here." she announced.

This woman was a lot less scary than the other adults he'd encountered so far. She then turned slightly and her words then became directed at him.

"My name is Mrs Evans and I will be teaching you during your study of talents lessons. Have you been told who you'll be sat with in class?"

Phil shook his head at her.

He noticed she looked a little bit like his mum, the same welcoming eyes and smile. She went to her desk at the front of the classroom and scanned a piece of paper. She raised her eyebrows in what seemed to be in a state of disapproval and her face then returned to how it was originally, Phil felt an instant worry come over him.

"Ok, it says here you'll be sat next to Daniel Howell, he's sat at the back." she pointed to a boy sat alone in the far corner and handed then Phil a exercise book to write in.

"It's Dan," he muttered quietly, but loud enough for Phil and Mrs Evans to hear.

The boy didn't even look up when his name was called, Phil wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He was slouched in his chair but that didn't hide his height, he was pretty tall, about the same height as Phil, possibly taller.

He had taken the expense of making changes to his uniform, the sleeves of his school jacket rolled up to his elbows and there was no way the trainers he was wearing fitted the dress code. Phil noticed black studs in his ears and a red badge, identical to his, was visible.

Phil got pitiful looks, whispers and the words 'good luck' thrown at him as he walked to the back of the room and sat in the available seat next to Dan. His dark brown eyes were giving him a cold, hard stare, his mouth was formed almost into a grimace. If looks could kill there was no doubt in Phil's mind that his heart wouldn't be beating.

From a young age Phil was taught not to judge people from a first glance but it was proving extremely difficult not to, Dan looked to be the type he'd avoid like the plague if he were still in his hometown.

He reluctantly sat down on the chair next to him, the boy didn't even turn to look at him. Phil had decided he was either tired or ignorant, and that he'd figure which one it was later.

In the corner of his eye he saw Dan moving one of his fingers in a circular motion, getting faster and faster, he originally thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but he was certain there was something hovering above his fingers and the howling of wind along with a slight temperature drop became more identifiable each second.

Turning his head to look he saw a cone-shaped object near the tip of his second finger and as he looked closer it looked like it was a rather small hurricane he seemed to be spinning. It became bigger and bigger until it could be seen quite clearly, it had become quite the size and with the flick of his finger in Phil's direction, the hurricane moved on its own accord to where he was sat.