The usual morning rituals would proceed without hitch, parents would be off to work,  sister would be off to the mall before school started which left Tori home alone.  She didn't mind it much, slipping into her uniform of black and grey plaid skirt with white blouse and black vest over top.  Pulling on her knee high socks and touching it off with black heeled boots that resembled feminine army boots.<br/><br/>A loud blue tie die zip up hoody sweater was pulled on over that, and grabbing up her back pack, she would lock up and head out towards her favorite breakfast hang out...Denny's!<br/><br/>The weather didn't seem that bad this morning as she looked out the glass of the screen door, tieing up the laces of her boots that seemed to have more hooks and loops than was really necessary.  Her reflection caught her eye as she would turn her cheek slightly,  a scrap apparent from last nights fiasco. Ignoring it,  she would press out of her house and start striding down the street, her fingers curled about the straps of her back pack.<br/><br/>Perhaps today would turn out to be a better day then yesterday,  darting across the busy car and pedistrian filled roads and side walks closing in on her target.  Already she could taste the fluffy chocolate chip pan cakes drowned in syrup,  her steps quickening as her stomach growled its hunger.<br/><br/>Passing by the newspaper stand she would pause reading the head liners.  Those dark eyes widening slightly,  quickly she would fork over the change to the vendor and snatch up a paper.  That story...it was about her!...well...not her really....at least...no body could possibly know it was her right?<br/><br/>Of course not, how could they track it down to her....it was a bunch of animals that had done it....why would they look for a human behind it or even a high school girl.  Still she couldnt escape the chilly feeling of being watched,  the icy grip of possibly being caught for what she could do.<br/><br/><br/>Wild storys flittered around her head about area 51 and what the government would do to people like her who had such gifts.  Would she be tortured?  would they turn her into a weapon of mass destruction....or worse would they experiment on her?<br/><br/>"  get a grip they don't know its you"  she would mumble to herself, as her eyes continued to stare at the page with growing panic.  Unfortunately she wasn't watching where she was going and walked head long into a man that was exiting a star bucks and ended up being knocked back.  Pulled down by the weight of her back pack, gravity would cling to her and she would be going down.....you could almost hear someone call TIMBER!!<br/>