Prologue
I always knew I was special.
I was always aware that I was different, conversations ceased when I walked into the room. People were silent around me, as if I were a sacred church and they were frightened to speak in-front of me, in-case they accidentally spoke poorly or in an ill manner.
Myself and my twin brother, Jackson, were the same. We were show stoppers without even trying to be, the attention somehow ended up directed at the two of us, no matter how hard we tried. I felt relatively numb thinking about it, I was used to it by now.
Jackson didn’t mind it, he said people will be nosey and stick their nose simply where it doesn’t belong, as long as what they’re looking at offers them some form of entertainment, they don’t care about anyone elses emotions nor how they feel.
I felt sick even thinking about people looking at me, yet that seemed to be the case everywhere I went.
My mother thrived on it, but she could clearly see it was affecting me, not so much Jackson, but me. She decided to enrol the two of us into Elite Academy, a school designed for Wunderkinder. Wonder children, who were the very best of their species, and with enough power to break out of the usual societal normalities and actually do something meaningful with themselves and their ability.
My mother was, understandably, heartbroken to see that we were leaving, but with the school being a two hour drive away, each way, we decided the best option would be to live-in at the school and return home on the weekends.
The school was apparently very subjective as to who they let in, yet somehow, when we walked into the principles office, he didn’t even want to interview us, just simply handed us two welcome envelopes and asked us when we could start. He told my mother that sometimes you can ‘smell power’ and we ‘stunk of it’. I wasn’t sure yet if that was a compliment or not.
My father was never around, he left when we were young, he sent over chunky child benefit payments each month for myself and Jackson, so we never complained, but it was upsetting to think he didn’t want anything to do with us.
My mother always said we got our looks from my father, which made sense, as we looked nothing like our mother.
Jackson and I had light blond hair, mine reaching down to my feet, accompanied by white eyes, I knew no one else who had white eyes, we were both extremely tall, I was 6ft and Jackson was 6’’4. We were incredibly slim, but not unheathily so, our muscles were large and bulky, even though we hardly ever worked out. Our posture was always straight, never curved nor bent.
Mother calls it pretty, I call it different, and attention catching. Jackson calls it ‘bullshit’.
I couldn’t wait for something new, a new adventure and the start of a new school year with new people. I, for once, was actually rather excited.
I always knew I was special, but I was hoping at this new school, everyone else would think the same about themselves too.
