Emrys: The City Is At War

"How old are you, Emrys?" the stupid smiley woman asked.

My dad, idiot that he was, pretty much told the people here my name was Emrys Cooper and that I was 'gifted'. Then just up and left. Serious. Gave me an advantage, though. These guys had nothing on me.

"Sixteen" I muttered. I just wanted to leave. They'd given me a pathetic excuse of an allowance, gotten me relatively hyped up at the thought of being allowed out of this stupid place and where was I now? Sat in my room with the stupid smiley woman.

"What's your gift?" she asked, putting on a fake smile.

"Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you. Can we go now?" it wasn't really a question, more of a statement. Actually, I said it as I was walking out of the room.

She seemed to leave it at that for now and bundled me and a load of other kids up to take us out to the city. My first thoughts on the city.... 'waste...of...space'. It was just a mass of huge buildings and people. And petrol fumes. Gotta love those petrol fumes. Within seconds the kids from the school disappeared from my sight. And frankly, I didn't care. I hadn't said hi to them and they hadn't said hi to me. Then again, my first 'appearance' was me kicking a chair over in the cafeteria and storming off.

Most of the shops were designer shops full of snobby rich teen girls with noses about as real as their chests. One of them winked at me. I didn't give her a second glance. Why should I? I shouldn't even be here. I should be back home with my idiot father, waste of space sister and junkie brother. I trecked it through the city, trying to find somewhere at least half-decent to hang for the pathetic hour they gave us.

Eventually I gave up and settled on a shabby looking diner. There were some local kids in there who looked like they were only there to cause trouble. Not that I was any better. Back home I was pretty infamous for my attitude and behaviour. I sat down in one of the booths and some peroxide blonde waitress shimmied over. She had one of those ridiculous bubblegum smiles and a fake accent.

"What can I get you, hon?" she asked, feigning interest and concern. The name 'Judy' was written on her name badge in dull black ink.

"Whatever's good. And cheap" I said, trying not to let my mood at the stupid smiley woman flow over onto Judy.

She nodded and waltzed off. The local kids were looking at me, whispering. There were two guys and a girl. One of the guys said something which caused the other two to laugh.

"Something funny?" I asked, still trying to keep a lid on my temper.

"No, not really. Well, Tammy here was wondering if you're from that school for the specials. They always let them out around this time of day" one of the boys said. He was the same kind of blonde as me and I felt like punching him already.

"And how would you define these "specials"?" I asked.

"They're all nutjobs, aren't they? Putting all the nutjobs in a school where they can tell each other their nutjob ideas. Bit of a stupid idea, if you ask me though" the second said. He had darker hair and I could just tell he was one of those stupid rich boys.

"Well, nobody asked you, did they?"

"You are one of the specials, aren't you? That's why you're getting so wound up" the blonde said, moving to sit opposite me.

"No, I'm getting wound up because I have an attitude problem and you and your buddies are getting on my nerves".

The guy and girl had now moved to sit with me. The blonde still felt like talking, though. "So, what's it like, special? Do they have bars on the window? Do they lock you in the basement if you misbehave?"

Before he knew it, I'd punched his motormouth shut and had dragged him out of the booth. This guy was a fighter, though, and he punched back. So we had a fight. Right there in the aisle of a rundown diner. Judy kicked us out with a little help from the manager and I stormed off in search of the stupid smiley woman with a bleeding lip and one hell of a bruise on my right eye. Damn it, she's gonna love that.

The End

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