Not My Apocalypse (19 page)
Authors: Devin Harnois
“Home school,” one of the girls said. “Are you Mormon or something?”
I barely avoided choking. “No, I’m not Mormon. My parents thought they could… do a better job by getting me tutors instead of sending me to school.” That was true enough, although their concern had been that I would kill or seriously injure the other children if they sent me to a school of any kind. I had god-like powers so all it would have taken is someone calling me a name or pushing me in the hall and there would’ve been a disaster.
The jocks didn’t start a fight with me and I finished my lunch. I said good bye and headed off to my next class, like there was nothing wrong. A few times that day I caught a few of the people from the table giving me a curious look. Right before my last class I was grabbing a book out of my locker and this emo looking kid slid up to me. A chunk of bangs hung down the side of his head, half covering one eye. “That was cool, what you did at lunch today. I don’t know what you said to them but the looks on their faces was priceless.”
“Uh… thanks,” I said. I closed my locker and turned back around. He was already headed off down the hallway. I briefly considered going after him, but I didn’t know what the point would be. He’d said what he wanted to say and I’m not sure he wanted anything in return.
Sitting with the jocks and making them uncomfortable had been fun, but as I thought it over that night I realized it wasn’t the kind of thing I should be doing. I was playing normal, and normal kids didn’t do that. Sure, I could go right back to that table tomorrow and maybe after a few days they’d accept me, maybe even become my friends. But were they the kind of friends I wanted?
About The Author
Devin Harnois writes about the strange and fantastic, loves skulls, and lives in Minneapolis with a lazy cat and a wild imagination. Find Devin at:
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