Title: Guard of the Ungifted: The Flight of Connor Gray
...No Gift shall be elevated above the rest…
Nice sentiment. In theory. But in practice?
Wind rippled the green National flag in front of the words. Connor flipped up his jacket collar against the cold, adjusted his glasses, and scanned the crowd of kids shuffling toward the school entrance. A few feet ahead, a senior, Max Anderson, shoved a smaller student to the ground. So much for Guardians protecting the Ungifted.
“Watch where you’re going, junk-genes.”
Connor flinched at the hissed phrase and stopped short. At his last school in California, he’d blown his cover by Telekinetically shoving a bully across the soccer field after she’d kicked an Ungifted water girl. By sheer luck no SAT phones snapped the video of the incident. No doubt a video showing a Guardian using a gift he shouldn’t have would have gone viral in about 8 seconds.
Don’t call attention to yourself. Connor clenched both hands in his jacket pockets and scanned the crowd near the front of the school. Most teachers and APs stood close to the entrance, ushering students inside or directing air traffic into the parking lot, unable to see the trouble brewing.
Don’t call attention to yourself. You’ve almost made it an entire month under the radar…Again, he glanced to the front of the school. Come on, somebody look over here. Look over here...Connor’s hands itched but he forced himself to walk around Max and his victim. Don’t do anything. It’s too risky. There are too many people around. If you’re not careful you’re going to expose yourself again.