Unseen Threats Part 1

This class is a bunch of under achievers. Look at this madness! Not one of you losers have posted over winter break, and it's rather disheartening. Anyway, on to my story. I'm also using names from my class because coming up with names is hard at 11:40.

So I've always had this power to see what people's "threat level" is. I know it sounds weird, but bear with me. I see numbers over people's heads, but for a long while I couldn't find the correlation between the number and the individual. While walking down the street, a seemingly harmless man would have a 2 over his head. But on the same day, the man an hour later would have a 6 or 7 (probably carrying a knife or weapon of some sort). It wasn't until I was witnessing  the birth of my younger sibling, Madelyn, that I recognized the pattern. She was a perfect 0. Nothing I had ever seen before had 0, even a toddler at daycare had a 0.5 or 1. Then I put the pieces together when I realized security outside was an 8. I haven't told anyone about these powers, and probably don't plan to; I don't want to become the next big science project.

Today I was walking to school with my good old friend Jonathan. He was probably making some dumb remark about the girl he liked or some trash techno music. It probably wasn't important. As we approached homeroom, he said "I should probably head off, see ya!". We were in different homerooms, but shared the same classes and periods. As I sat in my chair, the teacher looked off put   by something. I didn't know what it was, so I scanned the classroom and we were missing some students: Mesrop, Andrew, and Kenny. While I wasn't particularly close with this bunch of people, we had talked a couple of times and generally enjoyed each other's presence. In their chairs there were 3 new students, who seemed to be foreign. As the bell rung, the class settled down. Probably trying to finish homework.

Our teacher, Mr. Mantanic, announced "We have three new students. They have gathered from the four corners of the Earth today. Please welcome Anna from Germany, Judson from Nigeria, and Brandon from New Zealand. Our other classmates will return tomorrow, but for some reason they were put into another class by the computer, and we don't want anyone present being marked absent." I didn't have anything better to do, so I walked over to greet this bunch. Anna seemed rather aggressive and not open for conversation. So I walked over to Judson who seemed pretty calm and collected. I started with "Hey, I'm Melanie. I have been here a while, and can show you the ropes if you want." "Thanks, but I'm fine. Thank you for the offer though!". I was a little surprised when he declined my help because he seemed clueless, but to each his own.  So I walked over to the final student, Brandon. He seemed rather shy and kind of lonely, but so was I when I first moved here, so I can relate to what he is going through. "Hey Brandon." I began, he seemed rather surprised but responded "Hey, how are you doing?" "I'm doing quite dandy, how about you? Oh, I'm Melanie by the way."

Me and Brandon continued our conversation and he seemed like someone I could befriend. He has this goofy sense of humor that is eerily similar to mine.  He was clearly nervous (girls are scary!), but kept his composure. We had the same Math and English period. The homeroom bell rang and I had to go, but I was weirdly excited because life had gotten a bit dull and nothing really changed for a while. After French and Music I talked to Jonathan about Brandon. I'd introduce them during English.