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PROLOGUE DAY 0 SIGHTINGS
The bullies’ names are Jonas Spredd and Michael White. They haven’t given a thought to what they were doing. To them, it is just another nerd, a kid whom they could have fun mocking. They couldn’t have been more wrong. Spredd walks over to the little kid, a wimpy fifth grader. She has long black hair, a pale face, and looks as though she was continually daydreaming. “What up, kid?” Spredd asks mockingly. “Hello,” says the girl, who is looking in the opposite direction. “Hey!” says Spredd. “You LOOK at me while I’m TALKING to you!” He puts his hand threateningly on her shoulder. “Big mistake,” the girl hisses. She suddenly swings her foot around, connecting with Spredd’s left leg. The other bully leaps at her. She backs away into a shadow. The bully leaps. But the girl is gone.
“HEY! DUDE! GET OUT OF THE SLIDE!” The figure inside the tube slide doesn’t move. “GET OUT OR I’LL COME IN AFTER YOU!” yells the kid trying to go down. The boy inside the slide simply sits there, staring ahead. “YOU’VE HAD YOUR CHANCE!” the kid at the top yells. He slides down- and slides right back up. “Hey! How’d you-?” begins the kid, bewildered, but the boy in the slide doesn’t move. Not an inch.
An hour later, the boy in the slide is gone. He is sitting in class, just like other students. But he is different. Very different. He sits in his chair, a permanent scowl fixed on his face. Next to him on the right sits the pale, dark-hair girl nicknamed “Vampire” for her unnatural ability to slip through darkness. On the left sits Hothead Finnigan, a boy known for his unnatural strength when enraged. In front of him sits Jakob, a boy who appears to be from all countries and can speak ten languages. Behind him is no one. The seat is empty. But not for long.
Another boy is walking home from school hours later, his face contorted with rage. I’ll show them. I’ll show them all. The boy clenches his fist. And time seems to waver…
