Harley.

super lame.

I, am Harley Ray. I am different. Yes, I get that every emo girl who gets pushed out of every social group in life yet still holds on to about 3 friends says this, but believe me. I am.

My world is different from yours. I live in a place where we are protected ever so closely by 7 super men. No one knows how they got their powers, but I know how I got mine.

We'll get to that bit later.

I always wonder about how much better life would be if I was able to control my powers. I've had to move schools a few times because of my outbursts. One of my worst was throwing all the tables and chairs to the walls. Luckily, only one girls saw, she tried to tell people but who would believe such a story.

"Class, your summer project will be an individual task!" My physics teacher clapped enthusiastically as the class groaned. I hated physics. Everything needs an answer. Some things are too much information for people to understand, others just happen to be that way. Why does physics insist on defining things that don't make sense to them.

"I wish for all of you to deeply research something that defies all evidence. Something that too this day, confuses scientists and come up with your own, creative and in depth theories of how this happening could exist." I know if I handed in a project, defining anything that 'defies logic', the teacher would hand it right back. Human logic is so wrong. I hate it.

However, I was not one who enjoyed not being smart. I took it as a challenge to see how easially I could pass each project, yet I felt this summer project was gonna be harder than I felt with others. Physics was such a challenge for me already, I believe in a much more.. 'magical' world.

People honestly didn't hesitate to run out of class as soon as the bell rang, but I did. Slowly I packed my bag, watching Miss Song leave the class before me as well. I really do not know where I should go, maybe the arcade? Anywhere but home sounds good.

As I get on the bus, waiting for my stop near the arcade, I started to mentally prepare myself for the verbal attack I would recieve once I got home. It's nothing new though, my mum will get over it eventually.

Upon reaching the Arcade, I walked inside, listening to the sounds of pinging balls, change dropping and one hella loud DDR mat at the back with no line. Luckily I don't care to much for that game and went straight to the shooter games at the back.

There was one that I was determined to get the high score on. I always seem to lose to one called "SGA". It was a vigilante based game, where you play as a young male who has to save as many people as possible.

I searched my pockets for my money but was met with nothing other than lint. Thinking back, I do remember thowing my purse in my bag after lunch.

crouched, I then searched through my back pack while at the side of my face I saw two pair of shoes arrive. They stood in front of the second player gun as I carried on digging around for my money.

"Are you playing this?" A laid back voice sighed. Maybe I was slightly taken back by the tone of voice, but I don't think it was intended to sound rude. I do have a similar problem with coming across rude too.

Without diverting my attention from my junk filled bag, I answered with the same uninterested tone. "I plan too, but I can't find my money."

At the side of my face, I saw his body shift forward as he inserted his coin into the machine. To my surprise he tapped the button on the first player side.

That's when my eyes trailed up. His shoes where white and looked so clean, almost new. His deep dark jeans gathered at the top of his shoes, they looked too long and wide for his small frame. He wore a large over sized grey hoodie wich looked so cosy and almost teddy like, he topped that with a black, thin coat which held the design of printed graffiti style quotes. Quotes such as "Freedom never existed" and "it's always too late." Atop his head was a plain black bucket hat, I couldn't see his hair properly but I could see blonde strands from the bottom of his hat.