Post by -Harry on Jul 13, 2008 6:12:59 GMT -5
Harry King had recently arrived at the school. His parents found it a disgrace that their son was a mutant. But Harry loved it, especially his power. The power of illusion.
Walking onto the lake Harry waved his hand across his face slowly. The first second it was the lake the next it was the coastline. Dropping his hand Harry panted. His power always made him tired. And when he changed his appearance sometimes it didn't change back. It was very annoying.
So waving once again but this time in the opposite direction Harry changed the view back to normal. Even though it wasn't the coast anymore it still was a beautiful view.
A slut. That was what Harry was, he loved to chat up women-- gay men also --but not long ago he had met a girl who was the same age as himself. Echo. It had changed him a little and respected the opposite sex a little more. But even though he heart was another's it didn't stop him liking her. But knowing that they would never be made it easier to find flirt with someone else.
Great, now Harry now had Echo's face in his mind. Her hair was curly as usually and bobbed up and down. Her sea deep blue eyes sparkled as the sunlight reflected over them. Her pale skin like a ghost which could be seen. Now Harry saw her leaning forward towards his lips. He let them touch his for a second before realizing that it was all in his head.
Finally letting go off the thought Harry moved his hand over his face and made two lovebirds appear who flew circles around each other. These birds were with him and Echo when they first met.
Looking away to the lake Harry noticed a dark spot. It was as if oil had leaked. It wasn't obviously, he didn't know what it was so instead of finding out he waved his hand and it turned the usual color. Now Harry was really exhausted. He was panting heavily as someone approached him.
Walking onto the lake Harry waved his hand across his face slowly. The first second it was the lake the next it was the coastline. Dropping his hand Harry panted. His power always made him tired. And when he changed his appearance sometimes it didn't change back. It was very annoying.
So waving once again but this time in the opposite direction Harry changed the view back to normal. Even though it wasn't the coast anymore it still was a beautiful view.
A slut. That was what Harry was, he loved to chat up women-- gay men also --but not long ago he had met a girl who was the same age as himself. Echo. It had changed him a little and respected the opposite sex a little more. But even though he heart was another's it didn't stop him liking her. But knowing that they would never be made it easier to find flirt with someone else.
Great, now Harry now had Echo's face in his mind. Her hair was curly as usually and bobbed up and down. Her sea deep blue eyes sparkled as the sunlight reflected over them. Her pale skin like a ghost which could be seen. Now Harry saw her leaning forward towards his lips. He let them touch his for a second before realizing that it was all in his head.
Finally letting go off the thought Harry moved his hand over his face and made two lovebirds appear who flew circles around each other. These birds were with him and Echo when they first met.
Looking away to the lake Harry noticed a dark spot. It was as if oil had leaked. It wasn't obviously, he didn't know what it was so instead of finding out he waved his hand and it turned the usual color. Now Harry was really exhausted. He was panting heavily as someone approached him.
