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The sound of wheels broke through Casper's music as the boy sat staring down at his converse clad feet. Converse, a pair of shoes he found himself quite used to at this point though their price was racked up through the roof. If it wasn't for sales often put out, he'd be without. Black, just like the rest of him, Casper didn't exactly shine with color. Black cargo pants, black shoes and a black sweater, one could say that a lot was left to be desired. His hair didn't help in terms of image but one could quite clearly draw the conclusion that he was comfortable with himself. Ascending to his feet, Casper took two steps forward and watched as the bus drove up to him and allowed entry. "Good morning." The bus driver spoke, a jolly smile on the man's face. 

[color=00aeef]"Hello."[/color] Casper returned, rummaging through his shoulder bag in search for his wallet. A few moments passed before he finally came in contact with it and produced the amount required for the trip. Around this neighborhood taking the bus was a common sight but Casper had been around. He enjoyed exploring quite a bit and has broken the silly curfew put on mutants like him more than once. Dropping down on a seat next to the window, he'd lean his head against the thin layer of glass and breathed out. Another day at school was approaching and this was essentially his last chance to disappear for a moment and reside within his own world. They called it a school for Evos but it was more like a cage. They rounded up and sent kids to this place because they didn't trust them enough to have them out in the open. This was for everyone's best, wasn't it? Well, there was one thing that bordered on the positive and that was that Casper was around others like him. Everyone enjoyed being close to those they could relate to, but it didn't stretch further than that. Every single day it felt like they squeezed just a little tighter. How long would it take these politicians to completely eradicate Evo rights? What truly baffled the boy was how the masses sat by and silently watched. No one had stepped up to truly take the fight back to these fanatics. Casper would do it himself but who would take a fourteen year old boy seriously? 

A set of minutes passed, something along the line of fifteen, before the bus finally arrived at the designated location. Stepping off the vehicle, the boy kept his eyes on the ground as he so often did while walking. The school was a few blocks away, positioned in an area where if it happened to blow up, no one but the Evos would die in the accident. The thought brought soft laughter to Casper's lips. How many would care if this school blew up? The teachers would perhaps get an honorary mention but other than that, who would cry for the students? On the contrary, politicians would use it as another act against Evos. "Well, well!" The fourth voice of the day broke through Casper's thoughts before another boy appeared in front of him. All too well known, this young man's name was Mitchell. 

[color=00aeef]"What?"[/color] Casper raised his eyebrow, the grip around the strap of his bag tightening slightly. Casper wasn't known for his patience, rather he was known for the lack thereof, and this boy Mitchell wasn't the pleasant type.

"Aw come on, man! You don't have to talk to me like that." Mitchell shot back at the much smaller boy, a grin widening across his lips. Casper had been on school grounds for but a brief amount of seconds before Mitchell appeared. It was going to be one of those days, wasn't it? 

[color=00aeef]"Outta' my way."[/color] Casper continued, his patience waning but his voice quiet and soft all the same. 

"Or what, you'll pound me?"

[color=00aeef][i]"I'd rather rip your skin off and shove it down your throat..."[/i][/color] Clenching his teeth, Casper swallowed the thought and ignored it. Mitchell was known to be the local bully, but he had yet to actually lay a finger on Casper. He knew that the smaller boy could break him in half if it came to it, but that didn't prevent him from poking the lion with a stick, constantly. Casper couldn't afford another brawl like the one which had ended him up at this school. Another scene like that would get him locked up and that wasn't being over dramatic. What truly sucked about Casper's power was that it was directly link to [i]every[/i] action he made. He wasn't allowed to protect himself or stand up for his own integrity without breaking the law. Was it frustrating? It made him want to rip the spine out from half the people he knew. It was tearing at him in ways he couldn't describe. Every single day was a struggle because he had been shackled to the ground. [color=00aeef]"Fuck off."[/color]

"Haha, I knew it. Lil' Cassy can't do shit. You're already on the naughty list, aren't you?" 

[color=00aeef]"Thinkin' about gettin' naughtier..."[/color] Casper frowned, taking a step forward before he reached his hand out and pushed Mitchell out of the way without effort. 

"You used your power!" 

[color=00aeef][i]"I so hope someone blows this fuckin' place to hell..."[/i][/color] Ignoring Mitchell's pig like squealing, Casper opened his locker and reached for one of his books. It was going to be one of those days indeed.