Dans POV
Hi, my name is Daniel James Howell, and I am powerless. Let me explain. Everyone is supposed to have powers in this world.
How this society works is the stronger your power is, the better you have at a chance to get a good job and have a good life. The schools don't really teach the basics of math or science and all those once required subjects anymore, unless you go to a public school.
Public schools teach you the basics in knowledge. Private schools are mostly for training your power to become stronger. To be honest, I don't really know why I'm going to this private school, but I am.
Most of my life I have been bullied because of my lack of powers. Because of that, I've had to move around a lot. This makes it so I don't have many friends and don't get attached to people, because eventually I'll move away from them.
It was my first day of high school, and my first time at a private school. I was definitely nervous, and probably over prepared.
I was on my way to school, riding with my mom in her car, shaking from how nervous I was.
That's when I saw him - he was wearing the same uniform I was wearing, so I knew went to the same school. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and raven black hair. All I could see was the back of him, and I could already tell he was super intimidating. He also looked like he was older than me.
As we drive by him, I look back and I see the most beautiful blue eyes. A lip piercing as well as a cigarette were in his mouth, not lit up.
We get to the school and I start shaking, thinking about all the times I have gotten bullied. My mom puts her hand on my shoulders, knowing what to do since it's happened many times before.
She tells me to breath in and out three times, and it actually helps. I get out of the car confidently, and (almost) strut to the school, through halls, and into the office. That's when I see the blue eyed boy again. I stare at him without noticing I'm doing it.
Phils POV
I'm standing in front of I-don't-know-who's locker, talking to a girl I barely know, and holding a cigarette in my mouth, but not smoking it. I hate even having it in my mouth; this cancer causing stick. I only have it in my mouth so I look like the bad boy everyone thinks I am. Why would I smoke something that causes cancer and kills you - it's literally a death stick.
Then I see him, a brown haired boy, practically strutting down the hall. I laugh to myself. "What are you laughing about?" Tracy says all snotty like. She's the girl I'm talking to right now, the most popular in school.. at least I think she is. She thinks I'm going to sleep with her, like I would ever do that. "None of your business" I say just as snotty back to her. I then walk away to class, leaving her behind.
When I get to class, I see the brown haired boy. I sit down in my chair and stare at my phone, pretending to be busy while everyone else is comparing their powers like it's been so long since they've seen each other over summer break.
School is almost over - the last period I have is fitness training; one of the easiest classes here. I get to class and recognize the brown haired boy I saw earlier today. He's sitting alone in the corner of the room, back hunched over his sketch pad, waiting for the class to begin. I walk over to a group of people I'm more friendly with than anyone else.
I don't make friends because everyone is going to either part ways after graduation, or they're going to fight over who has the strongest or best power. I don't care about powers, and I don't like to use mine. Only when it's needed the most.
The power I have is probably the most powerful. I'm not quite sure what it's called because I haven't met anyone else with it yet. But I guess I could call it the power of all. This power is exactly what it sounds like - I have all the powers in the universe. If I were like everyone else, than I would show off my power, but as you can tell - I'm not.
I sit next to Brian. He has the power of telekinesis, so he can move objects with his mind, no matter the size. Just as long as he keeps strengthening his power. He's mostly in the mind fitness classes, but he decided to take this class so he doesn't lose the strength of his body.
Then there's Pj. He's known in this school as the person with the most powerful power. His power is mind control. He used to use it in school to get out of classes, and to have other students do things for him, which has gotten him the title as the school bully. The school board makes him wear a wristband that takes his powers away, which he can't take it off.
I don't pay any attention to the conversation that they're having, because the only thing they ever talk about is how many girls they've had sex with. Don't get me wrong, I like girls. It's just that I haven't found the right one, and the only sex I ever have is meaningless, which was nice at the time but it gets tiring.
"Hey Phil! PHIL!" said Pj.
"What?" I said, annoyed.
"Didn't you hear me? I ask if you have seen the new guy over there?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"I heard that he was powerless. Should we beat him up?" Pj asked.
"Why would we do that?"
"Because he's a cripple, he doesn't have any powers."
"You can do whatever, but I'm not going to have any part of that."
"Wow, what happened to the old Phil? Where did he go?" Brian joked. I didn't want any part of them beating him up. I usually would join them, but for some reason, maybe the way he looked sad all the time, I just couldn't beat up this boy. What if he did have powers? Then they'd just be beating him up for no reason at all.
They walked over toward him and got ready to beat him up, but the teacher walked in and separated them. For some reason I was relieved, I don't know why, but I was. The teacher yelled at us to quiet down. After everyone was quiet, he told us what we were doing today, and that he was going to assign partners.
Of course Pj was assigned with Brian, and I was assigned with the new boy. I could see how scared he was, practically shaking in the corner. I walked up to him, seeing that he wasn't going to walk to me. I see the fear in his eyes, and I laugh to myself at how scary he thinks I am. I'm not scary, I mean sure, I must look it with the tattoos, piercings, and having cigarettes in my mouth most of the time. But I'm not mean and I don't bully people.
I finally reach him in the corner, and the first thing I say to him is "hi, I'm Phil Lester. What's your name?" He looks at me, perplexed.
"W-why are y-you talking to me? A-aren't you gonna b-beat me up l-like your friends?" he asks, scared and confused.
"I'm not friends with them first of all, I don't have any friends. And second, I'm talking to you because it'd be awkward if we didn't talk since you're my partner and all." I said, getting a little angry.
"O-oh.. sorry. Well, my n-name is D-Daniel Howell, b-but everyone j-just calls me D-Dan."
"Well Dan, welcome to your first day here" I said, trying to sound as nice as I could. Then the rest of the class proceeded, and Dan wasn't athletic at all. He could barely survive the warm up of running for 10 minutes around the track. That was the first day of school for Dan Howell.
