Today is the first day at another new school. It was already halfway through the year, and I had to start at Hollister High School. My parents say that we have to move around so much because of my dad's job, but I didn't believe them. He is a lawyer, so I don't understand why we're always moving around. I walk into the doors and head to the office. The lady says nothing as she hands me a class schedule and sends me on my way, no map or anything. Straightening out my shirt, I wander around until I find my first class. I just followed the schedule and talked to no one for the first few weeks. On Halloween, I sit calmly at lunch and read my book. It was lunch time, and I sat under a tree in the courtyard as students milled about making plans for the night. Then, one guy and his groupies walk over to my tree.
"Hey mutie." He sneers. Everyone calls me mutie because I never talk.
"Your freak costume looks great! Oh wait, you aren't wearing a costume!" One of the guys calls and the group laughs. I ignore their remarks and continue to focus on reading.
"I'm talking to you bitch." The leader snarls and rips the book from my hands. I glare at him mutinously and stand up.
"Let us see those tits, whore." The right hand man smirks. Others add in their agreement and the herd advances on me. Glancing around, I try to find a way to run but they have me surrounded. The closest guy to me reaches to tug on my shirt but I swat his hand away. The entire group starts trying to grope and touch me. I have had enough.
"Leave me alone you perverts!" I scream. The leader laughs and grabs my wrist. His grip is too tight for me to break free, so I open my mouth to call for help. Before I could, someone punched me in the stomach and I doubled over.
"Yeah! Pull her shirt off!" Random guys hoot and whistle.
"I said. Leave. ME. ALONE!!!!" I shout and suddenly I'm surrounded by a cocoon of blackness.
"What the fuck?!"
"She's one of those freaks with powers!"
"We gotta run!" I hear them take off and I'm finally left alone. The blackness dissipates and the principal walks into the courtyard followed by several police officers.
"Hailea Fairfield, come with me." She commands. Reluctantly I follow her to her office and wait. She calls my parents and they drop everything and rush to the school as if I had murdered someone. The last thing the principal said to me was this;

"Hailea, you are very special, and that's why we will have to take you to a school for people like you. It's called Strike Academy."