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Join Date: Jan 2009
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LOS ANGELES, CA
David Synate sat at his desk keeping his eyes on Belinda. She was popular and was the attention of all the tenth grader boys like David himself. She seemed to pay no attention to David but instead to Casey the star footballer. Ever since he was twelve years old, David had realised he was not like everyone else. Instead, he had the ability to “read minds”. Not like psychics but close enough.
“David!” It was Mr. Matthews his Maths teacher who woke him from his little ‘daydream’. “Could you perhaps explain to us why you were intently staring at Miss Burns here” he said pointing to Belinda. She turned back and for once noticed David, just like everyone else in the class. Casey was there too, giving him an evil stare.
“Was I?” David said stuttering “I was just trying to figure out your equation”.
Mr. Matthews knew David was lying and took him up on his explanation “so David, why don’t you tell us the answer?”
David reached out in his mind and pulled out Mr. Matthews’s thoughts, “the truth is Mr. Matthews, there is no probable answer”. Everyone went silent. Mr. Matthews was silent and gaping at David, he took a step back.
“Correct, David” he finally spoke “well done!” David smiled and received a wink from Belinda. Unfortunately, Casey had also seen this. David politely smiled at her and groaned silently as he knew what awaited him after school. Boy, am I going to get a beating he thought.
After school David went to his locker to collect a few books to study with. Awaiting him there was Casey and his two mates. They started laughing as he approached them. “Is there a problem guys?” he asked.
“Can you believe it?” Casey began shoving David into his own locker “the ‘daydreamer’ is asking me if there’s a problem”. Although it wasn’t a joke and equally bland in humour his mates still laughed. “Yes, actually there is a problem... you!” Casey punched David in the stomach and lifted his bed back up before he had the time to recover from the blow. Belinda ran up to the commotion as her face turned fearful.
“Stay away from my girl!” yelled Casey.
“Stop it, Casey!” she yelled at him. His face turned to her, David used this opportunity to deliver a right hook that connected with the jock’s cheek bone. Caught by surprise he stumbled back, before getting his mates to hold David up.
“You got lucky punk!” Casey landed a punch in David’s stomach. Unable to defend himself, David tried to suck in the pain. Casey then delivered an upper-cut followed by a left hook and another blow to the abdomen. His mates dropped David and kicked him for a while, whilst David still lay on the ground and walked off. “What a wimp!” Casey said as he and his friends walked away.
David barely stood up and turned to them. “You’re the wimp, Casey!” Casey turned back as did his mates and started back to him. Unexpectedly, David’s eyes turned black created a huge dark wind. Suddenly, Casey was pushed back and smashed through the window. His two mates were thrown to opposite sides of the hallway, hitting lockers and collapsing unconscious. As David returned to his normal state he realised that everyone was looking at him fearfully. He turned to Belinda who shook her head at him and rushed over to her boyfriend desperate to see if he was alright. He felt a heavy shoulder on his hand and turned around to face a dark-skinned man with neatly cut dark-brown hair and an unshaven face.
“David Synate?” he asked, David just nodded his head, “the President needs your help”.
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