Beau lay on his bed, green eyes staring up at his ceiling through strands of his thick, messy dark hair, silence ringing in his ears. He didn't want to be here.

Being yanked from his friends, his old school, far from his parents and his home was not by any means his choice. And yet it happened, despite the arguments, the yelling, the throwing and threats. 

Beau felt like he was being forced to come to this school for more than one reason. His parents were well known in the community for their abilities, political involvement and community outreach. Beau was nothing special. At 17 he had yet to display any special abilities even remotely close tot hat of his [parents. And Beau was completely fine with this. He wasn't one for special attention. 

And yet, his parents could not relinquish the idea that he had special powers deep within him. The son of two powerful, prominent beings surely could not just be human. No, Beau needed special training, special attention and special prodding to reveal his true powers. Despite Beau's attempts to make his parents understand it was [i]possible[/i] he was powerless, they would not relent. Now, he is living at this school for the remaining two years against his will. 

Great. 

Beau was allowed to have the day free, to roam the halls or the classes and try to make new friends. He was completely lost and alone here and yet he would be expected to start his new schedule on time first thing tomorrow. 

After what felt like hours, but was probably more like minutes, Beau rolled off of the bed, pushing away his sling bag. He grabbed his navy hoodie and slipped the hood over his head and headed out the door, walking slowly down the halls by himself, glancing warily around him.