"I don't want to talk about it." I said as Quince continued to press on about my life.
"I just want to help." Quince replied. I knew he wanted to help and at this rate I would probably end up telling him. I've known him since the first day he got here. I had already been here for three years. A year before Quince came I had gotten to know Ryder. He was a year older than me but treated me as his equal.
"Fine, you wanna know about my life. Ya, I killed my parents. Happy?" I said, trying very hard to keep my cool.
"I don't believe you." Quince said the shock showing clearly on his face.
"No, its true. And my power is that when I get angry I kill people." I shot back. I really didn't want to talk about it.
"Be serious Shayde. I just want to know. I can help, really." This was typical of Quince. Always trying to help. The sad thing was, I was telling the truth, I was just saying it a little more harshly.
"I am serious. When I was thirteen I got into a big fight with my pare