Touch

Chapter 1

Pandora's POV

     "UGH." I growl pacing back and forth. I hear my mothers footsteps quickly coming towards my room. She knocks then slowly opens my bedroom door.

     "Pandora, honey, are you alright?" I sigh and look at her with sad eyes. Her light milky pale skin glows in the light of my bedroom. She all ready knows what is wrong. It's the first day back to school and the start to my senior year. The nervousness building inside me is overwhelming. I take a deep breathe and nod at her.

     "Yeah mom, I'm okay. I'm just nervous ya know? It's really hard to be something I'm not at school." She tilts her head and squints her eyes at me.

     "Someone. Not something, someone." She says. She hates it when I don't refer to myself as a person. She says that since I was conceived by people it doesn't make me different. But in my head I would think "yeah mom because human people can put their hand out and build an entire city". I mean I've never tried but I know I can. I don't know how or why I can do the things I do but I do know that it has completely screwed my life.

     I'm am the only child in my family. My dad died when I was ten and ever since then it has just been my mother and me. My mother told me that when her family found out that she was dating a darkskined man they disowned her and left her with my father. "Racist asswipes" is what she called them. I learned that it wasn't safe to make friends with people because it was dangerous for anyone to know about my 'gift'. Even if we had agreed that I could make friends I wouldn't, shit, I couldn't. I am so socially awkward I can't even order my lunch at school without stuttering every two words. I heard some people think I'm mute. That's probably why the teachers never call on me. I make decent grades, never get in trouble, and don't talk to anyone. They say it's good to make friends who have a lot in common, I guess that is why I have no one. I turn my eye towards my mom once more.

     "I know. I know. I have to finish getting ready ma." I give her a small smile.

     "Do you want me to drive you to school? Or are you gonna drive yourself?" I think for a moment. Having your mom drive you to school in your senior year will probably draw attention.

     "I'll drive myself, thanks though." She smiles and leaves my room. I loved spoiling my mom, she gone through so much to keep me safe, the least I could do was make her dreams come true.

      I should probably go into more detail about my "gift". My dad use tho call it the Gift Of Manipulera. Manipulation. I can manipulate anyone or anything. I can put my hands out and just create. Like a fucking superhero or something. I only use it for good, at least I try to. We lived on top of the mountain that was known for being visable anywhere in town. But our home was deep into the woods on the top. I created the house when I was 13, my mom had told me to just close my eyed and think of my dream home. And so I did. Money wise, I lived a good life. Never really had to buy anything because I could just make it. Nobody had seen our home. Ever. If we let anyone see they would become suspicious of how this amazing house just appeared on this dangerous mountain. It was impossible to get any buildings machines up here.

     I finish getting ready, after throwing on skinny jeans and a black hoodie. I hug my mom and exit my home.

     I gave my mom a truck nothing too fancy, because we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. I had given myself a black pickup truck. A car no one would really notice. I got in and started the engine. I have been dreading this day all summer. There is absolutely nothing fun about going in a huge building for 8 hours a day, 10 months in a row. Let alone being the weird girl who has no friends. I drive slowly around the curves of the mountain. My mom always asks why I don't just, you know, poof myself to school. Something about driving, feeling the wind, it made me feel more . . . normal. After about 10 minutes of going downhill, I get on the main road that leads to my school. I drive for another 5 minutes and arrive in the school parking lot. By the time I arrive it is 7:45, which means, I have about 45 minutes until first bell. That should be enough time for me to get my locker number, schedule, and get to class.

     When I walk through double doors to enter my school I see dozens of groups reunite. I can hear girls talking about their boyfriends and vacation. On the other hand I also hear the groups of jocks talking about the girls the 'banged' over the summer. I can't help but giggle to myself at the stupidity of some of these girls. Do they actually think these guys want relationships? I mean come on, they are horny boys who will do anything to get laid.

     I continue walking until I get to office. Great, now I have to ask this lady for my schedule.

     "I-I need my sch-schedule, it wasn't mailed to me." I'm do awful at speaking to people. She smiles at me. She must be new here, that smile never lasts long when you're dealing with this many teenagers in one place.

     "Of course sweetheart! Name?"

     "Pandora Wolfe." I manage to tell her without stuttering. Her fingers move quickly on the keyboard. She furrows her eyebrows.

     "Hmm. I'm not getting any result." I know the issue, as it happens with most people.

     "Wolfe, with an e." Her eyebrows suddenly raise back up.

      "Ah! Here you are." She smiles at me again. A few moments later the printer makes a sound and she hands me a white peice of paper. I turn it around and my schedule is printed in bold black ink.

     "Th-thank you." I say then leave the office. In the top left corner it says that I have locker #964. I know where that is, near the exit by the woods. I make my way to my new locker, once I arrive I unpack the few things in my backpack. I hear a group of deep laughs getting closer and closer. I look around and see a big group of football players walking in my direction. Great one or more of them must have lockers over here.

     "Nah man. She's too weird, I think she's probably some psychopath." Colton Marsh laughs at his own comment. He opens the locker right next to mine. Great.

     "Well, she's still hot so I would smash her." One of the other guys say and the whole group laughs. I wonder who they are talking about. "Plus she is on the girls soccer team. SCORE." Once again, they all laugh. Its kind of gross how shitty these guys talk about girls.

     "What about that other girl she is always with?" The same guy asks Colton.

     "I don't know we've never talked." He replies. Another guy scrunches his face to look like a mutated rat.

     "I don't fuck dominos." Domino. I hate that word. That's what some people refer to mixed girls as. Me, being black and white myself find that very offensive.

      "Asshole..." I mumble to myself. Colton diverts his eyes to me. Shit. Shit. Shit. I think he heard me. He is still staring. He most definitely heard me. No one else seemed to though because they continued to talk about girls. I quickly close my locker and scurry down the hall.

       Great. Good work not drawing attention to yourself by the most popular person in school Pandora. I sigh. This is going to be a VERY long school year...

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This is mainly free write story I don't really know if I will finish it but I hope you all like it. She has like superpowers and stuff so this should be interesting lol. Don't forget to follow me and vote!