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Disclaimer:
 

"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
 

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Did you ever have one of those days where you wished you never got out of your bed? For me today is being one of those. The worst part is that the day started so well, even if a little strangely.

Did I just say a little strangely? That's not entirely accurate, the day started somewhat more than that. Actually, up several notches on my weird-o-meter.

The day started like every other school day, meaning waking up with my alarm clock screaming in my ears. And I do mean screaming, my alarm clock is the loudest I ever had. My mom got it for me because she got tired of trying to wake me up in the mornings and the other alarm clocks were unable to wake me up, now I wake up every morning to the sound of the screaming 'music' of a group called Brass Monkey. How anyone can call that music is beyond me, but it seems to be the only thing capable of waking me up in the mornings.

Anyway, after my usual almost heart attack waking up I quickly turned off the damned thing, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and put on my glasses, that's when the weirdness started. Instead of my vision become clear, I got a very unpleasant feeling in my eyes, like the feeling you have when you try out a pair of glasses that are too strong for you. I took them out and looked at them. I examined them and they were my glasses so I put them on again with the same results and took them off quickly. That's weirdness number two hit me. Or is it still weirdness number one? Who cares anyway? The thing is that I was seing things crystal clear and I wasn't wearing glasses. What the heck is going on?

Before I could ponder more about it, the morning nature call hit me and I had to go to the bathroom. After doing my business I went to take a quick shower when... you guessed, weirdness number three. I had set up the shower how I usually take it, but the water seemed to be too hot and too strong. At the time I didn't think too much about it and adjusted the shower again, after that the shower was one of the most relaxing I ever had. For some reason my skin seemed a little more sensitive this morning and the feeling of the water flowing through my body felt very, very nice and relaxing.

Before I knew the water was getting cold an I had to get out. After I dried myself and went to the mirror to shave and I noticed I didn't need to do it this morning. No I didn't think it was weird at the time because I just started to shave a few months ago and only need to shave every other day or so.

Oh, I just noticed I didn't introduce myself. My name is Mark Romsey and I am a 15 year old high school sophomore. There isn't much to talk about me other than I am a straight A student and the number one punch bag for the school bullies. Are you wondering why I am the number one punch bag? It's because I keep interfering when I see someone getting bullied and I end up being the one receiving their punches. I hate to fight but I hate bullying even more. My friends think I am crazy for doing what I do because I usually end up with bruises almost daily, and for the fact that I never punch back. I discovered early that if you don't fight back they usually quickly get tired and move on. I mostly try to avoid the punches and got pretty good at it.

Anyway, after I finished with the bathroom I put on some clothes and went downstairs for my breakfast. Arriving there I see mom setting up the table.

"Morning, mom"

"Good morning Mark. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, until the alarm almost gave me a heart attack."

"You know why I set the alarm that way, don't you? And the music is not that bad, I kind of like it."

"You like it? How can anyone like it?"

"How can anyone like what?" I heard my older sister ask coming through the kitchen door.

"Brass Monkey's music" I told her. "And good morning sis."

"What? Their music is great. I have all of their albums." She said proudly. "Who used all the hot water anyway?"

"Sorry sis, it was me. I kinda lost track of the time there this morning."

"Just don't do it again. You know how I like my morning showers."

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful from now on."

"I hope so." She said and looked at me oddly. "Mark, where are your glasses?"

Shit, how will I explain what happened this morning. They will want to take me to the doctors and I don't like doctors. Well, it's not that I don't like doctors it's jest that I hate needles, always had and probably always will.

"I... I'm trying out contacts this morning." I said thinking quickly.

"Cool. It looks good on you. You should use them more often. What do you think mom?"

My mom looked at me and said. "It looks great. when did you get them?"

"Yesterday after school."

"Are they colored? Your eyes seem lighter this morning."

Lighter? WTF?

"No mom, maybe its because you are used to see them behind the glasses lens."

My sister looked at me and said "They do seem lighter but you are probably right, you are always using your glasses."

My mom looked a little oddly at me for a moment and said "Probably."

After that the breakfast went almost normally. I noticed mom looking oddly at me a few times and I wondered if she suspected something.

  

  

After breakfast I walked to school and met my best friend Alan at the front of his house.

"Hey, man. What's up?" He greeted me.

"Nothing much. An you?"

"I'm good. So you finally decided to ditch those nerdy glasses. Trying to impress someone?"

"What?"

"Is it Mary Jean? I know you have a crush on her."

"N... no. we are just friends." I said embarrassed and feeling my face heat up.

"Yeah, yeah, and I am Brad Pitt."

"Really? Man I am a big fan of your work, Mr. Pitt." I said mockingly and we laughed.

"Seriously, man. You should ask her out."

"I can't. I don't want to mess my friendship with her."

"And if you don't and she start to date another guy it wont? Man, I see how you look at her, and I see how she looks at you. She digs you."

"She does?"

"Yeah, she does."

"But what if I ask her and se says no?"

"If she says no, you won't need to help me study for the rest of the year, how is that?"

"Are you that confident that she won't say no?"

"No, I KNOW she won't say no."

"How do you know that?"

"That my friend, it's a secret."

"Come on man, you can tell me."

"I could, but then I would have to kill you." He said and started to run away laughing preventing me from punching him on his arm.

  

  

We ended up running all the way to the school and oddly enough I didn't feel out of breath. Actually today I was feeling pretty good, better than I ever felt before, so yeah things were a bit weird this morning but so far it was all good weird.

Arriving at school we were greeted by Mary Jean. It looked like she was waiting for us at the front gates.

"Hi Mark, hi Alan." She greeted us with her million dollar smile.

"Hi MJ." Allan greeted her.

"H...hi" I said feeling nervous all the sudden.

"Are you wearing contacts, Mark?" She asked looking straightly at my eyes.

"Y...yeah. Do... do you like it."

"It looks great. I never noticed how beautiful your eyes were before. Are they colored?"

"No. Why?"

"Because your eyes have a pretty color. A very light brown with a bit of... violet?"

What? My eyes are dark brown. Are they changing color? What is going on?

"Strange. I thought your eyes were dark brown." Alan said

"I thought so too." said MJ. "Maybe the glasses were hiding how beautiful your eyes really were."

"Or maybe you are a mutant and you are just manifesting your powers?" asked Alan.

"What?" MJ and I said at the same time.

"I'm not a mutant." I said.

"I think it would be cool if you were." Said MJ.

"Why?" I asked her.

"Because it is cool to have powers." She said. "And you know my parents are mutants, right?" she said that almost whispering.

That's right. I was forgetting that. Even though that is not public knowledge, close friends and family knows that her parents are mutants. I seems that they met each other in some special high school for mutants. Her father is an electrical engineer with some minor electrical powers and her mom is a psychologist with a bit of empathy, other than that they are regular people with regular jobs. Our families know each other ever since before our births so we grew up together.

"Yeah, I know." I said.

"That also probably means that sooner or later I might manifest myself and..."

"And what?" I asked.

"And I might need to change schools."

  

  

We couldn't continue our conversation because at that moment the bell rang and we had to go to class. My mind was in turmoil and I wondered if I was a mutant. in a way it made sense, the way my vision fixed itself, how different the shower felt this morning and apparently my eyes were changing colors. I wonder that if I am a mutant, what kind of mutant I might be, a relatively normal looking one like MJ's parents or like some of those unlucky ones with gross deformities. With my luck I might end up in the second group.

The morning passed slowly and I couldn't concentrate on my classes. I was starting to get worried and weirded out as I still didn't have the chance to check out my eyes, so I kept my head low and avoided looking at people.

As soon the bell for the lunch rang I dashed to the nearest bathroom to check out my eyes, dreading what I would see. I looked at the mirror and got the shock of my life. Shit! My eyes probably kept changing colors during the morning. If it was light brown with a bit of violet it is not anymore. Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't believe it. Just my luck. I should have never got out of bed this morning. My eyes are freaking PINK.

  

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To be continued….