• Myf woke up to the sad song the birds sang and her adoptive sister’s whining. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR MYF! WAKE UP!” she yelled. “Claire please, it’s too early!” Myf mumbled. “What are you talking about? Its 8:10” Claire said. Myf gasped, “My school starts at 8:20! Why didn’t you wake me up?!?” Claire rolled her eyes. “CLAIRE!” Myf yelled. “I DID! Just now!” Claire yelled back. Myf jumped out of her bed and ran to take her shower. She and Claire were the complete opposite. Claire was spoiled, popular and has no common sense. She is the Robinsons biological child. Myf is smart, depressed and keeps to herself. She never says a word in class and sits by herself in lunch and reads. Myf threw out the book the crazy old lady gave yesterday before the accident. None of the friends told anyone about that.
    “Myf Robinson! Got your homework?” Myf’s teacher yelled. “Myf pulled out the homework silently. “What’s this say?” the teacher pointed to the homework. Myf rolled her eyes, “3.35599” Myf mumbled. Although Myf always got perfect scores on test and had excellent homework, her report card grades were dropping because she never talked in class unless spoken to.
    By the end of class Myf’s mood had no affect on her teacher’s. The class ignored her now. Myf went to an all girl school, where they expected too much from her. “Myf, may I speak to you outside after class.” Her teacher asked. “Of course.” Myf said without looking up. The bell rang, Myf walked out last too meet the teacher. “Hello Myf,” She started. “Ma’am” Myf said with the same tired tone as her teacher. “You don’t have to be so polite, you may not notice Myf but your grades are lowering because of you participation. I believe in you, I know you are smart. I want you to be more active in discussions.” Her teacher stated. Myf said nothing, but was about to. She instead looked away. Her teacher looked at her and rested her hands on her head. “I don’t understand what exactly goes through your mind, but please drop it and participate more please. I’m sorry but-” She couldn’t speak there was something in her throat. Myf looked away, “Can I go? I have Social Studies next.” “Of course, and please smile. You have a nice smile.” Her teacher finished. Myf stood out the social studies room. These two teachers, her math teacher and her social studies teacher seemed to want to get close to Myf.
    “Good afternoon, Myf. I see you’re late” The history teacher said when Myf slammed the door to his classroom. Myf nodded. “Anyway, ladies I thought it would be fun to start a mythology unit. What do you think? Yay or Nay?” He said. Everyone voted except Myf. “Myf! No votes?” He started, “No? I see, you want to be neutral.” He smiled but Myf stared at her notebook. She lost track of time and spaced out. “Miss Myf, would you like to read the next paragraph?” Her teacher asked knowing she wasn’t paying attention. Myf looked up with a depressed face, but gasped when she saw he stood in front of her. His eyes, they changed. Her face twisted into a confused scared face. His eyes were deep red lined with black. “Myf?” He asked. “Your eyes, do you wear contacts?” She asked in a low soft tone. He blinked twice, hard. “Myf would you like to read the paragraph?” He asked again. Myf shook her head no briskly. He smiled, but his eyes went from blue/ green to red/ black in a second. Then they changed quickly. Myf kept quiet and out of the way for the last 20 minutes of school.
    When Myf got home James was sitting on her bed with a sad expression on his face. “James! What are you doing here?!?” Myf yelled. “Claire let me in I have something to show you.” He said. He seemed lost. “James, what’s wrong?” She asked with sudden concern. “Watch this.” He instructed. “Remember how we all fell into that toxic?” he said as he got up from the bed. Myf nodded yes. “Good. Look.” He said. His skin began to change color. His eyes grew wider. He was transforming, into a duck. Myf backed away. In shock she whispered “You... You’re a duck...” James quickly transformed back, “That’s not all.” He turned into multiple animals one by one showing Myf. Myf backed away and grasped the metal doorknob. She held it tightly, having her whole palm touching the knob. “Myf! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!” James yelled pointing at her hand. She looked down at her hand which slowly was taking on the color and hardness of the doorknob. She let go of the knob, half her hand was metal. James took that hand and punched it. It didn’t hurt her, it hurt him. Her body copied the metal and changed into it like an exoskeleton to protect her. “How do I fix it?!?” Myf shrieked in a mix of horror and panic. “I don’t know! Think!” James said. C’mon Myf. Think Human. She thought. Think Human. Suddenly the metal faded from her arm. To test it James punched her arm again. “Ouch!” she yelled. “We got a check on Eric and the twins!” Myf said still panicking. “We are freaks, literally now.” James said with a scared tone.
    The group met an abandoned house they claimed as their hide out when they were young. Next door there was a beautiful Victorian home covered in vines. It was said to be haunted. The group sat together. James presented his gained ability as did Myf. “What now? Scientists are gonna hunt us down, test us, operate, research. What if we get killed?” Anastasia said. Her sister gripped the floor. “Ouch!” Jane gasped. Her hand grasped a glass piece too. The blood streamed down her finger, when it was about drop to floor it turned into what seemed like lasso of blood. Jane’s eyes opened wide. She flicked her finger and the blood whipped the floor. “The.... It...Your blood…” her sister stammered. “Your blood turns into a whip!” Eric said with a as- a -matter - of – fact tone. “Anastasia, like Jane cut yourself and flick your finger. You girls are twins so you may have the same ability.” Eric added smartly. Anastasia did as told, the same thing happened. They could even blend their own whips to make strong blood whip. “Eric, you don’t have a power?” Jane wondered aloud. “Nothing yet.” He replied. “Well its getting late, we better get home.” Anastasia said. Eric walked home with twins, but Myf and James lived the opposite direction. “Hey you know what the best part is?” James asked Myf. Myf looked at him. “I can go potty wherever I want!” He joked. At least she hoped she was joking. She smiled and looked down. He still used the word potty instead of bathroom.