| New School Gwen Raiden sat slumped in the seat of the private jet. Normally her family wouldn�t have allowed her to fly; her tendency to attract lightning making it a little unwise, but somehow the representative of the new school had soothed their worries and she was now on her way to the beginning of a new school year. Wonderful. Her mind was sunken with depression. A new school year. A new school. The latest in a parade of schools where her family�s money had gotten her in but the reception was less than welcoming. The teachers, who knew her condition, were frightened, her classmates, who didn�t, were wary and confused and randomly cruel. Soon the rumours would circulate and the cruelty would become less random when she wasn�t being avoided. She glanced across at the teacher who had come to offer her a place at the school. She didn�t look like a teacher, in fact she looked more like a dominatrix. What kind of teacher wore tight, white leather. She was settled back in her seat and looked more utterly relaxed than anyone Gwen had ever seen. Although most people she met were scared of her so she didn�t see many relaxed people at all. Once again she would be the only student with a bodycount. Not that she would like to meet other teenagers who had killed a bunch of people so she could say �hey lets be best buds.� Once again she would be treated like a freak. Once again . . . she was jolted out of her depressed musings as the dominatrix teacher seemed to appear beside her leaning perilously close to whisper in her ear. �I think you�ll find The Xaviar academy will be different.� And Miss Frost�s brushed her fingertips against the back of Gwen�s hand. Gwen�s breath caught in her throat as she expected the spark but nothing came. Miss Frost�s hand vanished as if it had never been there and Gwen looked over at where her new teacher was still lounging back in her seat. Miss Frost�s eyes opened briefly and caught Gwen�s. There was a teasing spark in them. Gwen tried to wonder what the new school was really like but the memory of skin against skin distracted her for the entire rest of the flight. |