I was eight years old when the world decided I was a lost cause. Everyone else in my class had already manifested their aberrations, every single student, except for me. Even the sickly Ignatius Thistle, who was absent five days out of seven for dizziness and weak lungs, had manifested a few weeks ago. He had a rare gift, transferable regeneration, and was not only able to cure his elderly neighbor of skin cancer, but his weak lungs as well. However, he is still frequently absent, dedicating the majority of his time in the terminal ward of nearby hospitals. Devoting the rest of his life to care for and cure ill patients. He was the closest person I have to a friend, and sometimes I wish he would come to school more often, but I could never ask him to limit his time at the hospitals. Besides, we have hardly spoken to each other before, it would be too selfish.
My mother was my most resilient supporter through the years, always reminding me that her manifestation was not until
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The sun should have rose an hour ago, but the dismal morning storm clouds prevented even the slightest view of its rays. A sunrise is considered by most to be a sensational and alluring view, inspiring even the most gloomy of creatures. Not that he coveted any aspect of light or the daytime hours. If anything he was trying his best to avoid the sun all together and today was turning out to be the perfect day for him to slink about in the shadows. It was these dark, pluvious days that Jaden looked forward to most. If it were a usual day, he would have had to leave his apartment in the cover of night or before even the earliest bird could yawn and stretch. He had to become a vampire for this job, a being deprived of light, life and love. And no matter how he started his days, these early mornings proved to be putting more and more strain between his eyes. He was only in his late teens and already he was experiencing the plummet of a youthful face.
The somber sky was as gre