Super Nobody (Alphas and Omegas Book 1) by Brent Meske

speechless.
    “Yeah,” he grinned. “Pretty awesome
right?”
    “But...but...”
    “Right, the gym. We have a few Actives in our
program here.”
    Program, what program? Michael's mind was
filling with more questions.
    “How many Actives?”
    “Somewhere around a hundred.”
    “WHAT?” he shouted. The math sizzled through
his brain like a lightning bolt. That meant there should be a
hundred million people in the area, and he knew there were maybe
five thousand people in the entire town.
    “Relax Michael.”
    “But that doesn't make any sense. There
aren't...there aren't even enough people here to have one.”
    “You're right.”
    “But how...”
    “I'm afraid we've come to the place where I
can't answer.”
    “But why?”
    He seemed to regret not being able to answer
Michael. “I wish I could. I won't lie to you, Michael, but my hands
are tied.” He held up his hands like invisible handcuffs were
restraining him. “I've signed agreements. You find out the truth
for yourself, that's no problem. But if you find it out from me,
let's just say there's someone in charge who would make Trent seem
like an baby throwing a temper tantrum. So I can't do that.”
    “But...”
    “Yes, sure, but you won't tell anyone, sure.
Like there isn't anyone on staff who wouldn't know if you were
lying.”
    “Like read my mind or something?”
    “Like that. Or something.”
    “So was everybody okay, you know, after the
thing?”
    Springfield smiled at him. “Very good of you.
A true knight. Well, Don Samuelson is going to make it, we think.
There were a few other minor injuries, but everyone is going to be
all right.”
    “And they're...okay. I mean okay.”
    “Well, I'm going to be seeing students all
week here, if you should know. And all the other counselors at
Marcus Patterson and the High School. We'll need to do a battery of
tests on everyone who was at the dance that night.”
    “And Davey Rightman.”
    “I heard about Davey Rightman. Yes him too.
Anyhow we figured you were a bit of a special case. Since you threw
a water cooler, and later yourself, at Mr. Millickie. Since you
were responsible for keeping him from hurting anyone else.”
    Michael looked down at his shoes, wondering
why they were suddenly so interesting, and why exactly his face
felt like it was on fire.
    “And your mother should be giving you a phone
today.”
    “Mother...a phone. Okay.”
    “My number's going to be in there, just in
case you feel like you want to talk about anything that's going on.
You don't want to talk to your mom, I understand. It happens a lot
in middle and high school. But if you want, any time, day or night.
I don't care if you wake up at three in the morning and want to
tell me something you don't think is very important, you call me,
okay?”
    “Uh...okay.” There it was again, that divide.
It was there and no pretending otherwise, even though Springfield
seemed like a decent guy and all. He just wasn't the right age.
    “I think the assembly ought to be about
done,” Springfield said cheerfully. “Why don't you head out and
meet up with your friends.”
    The halls were filling up with the normal
crowd of young people, with the occasional teacher towering
overhead. A few of the seventh graders were getting taller too, and
some of the teachers had never been tall to begin with. It was
starting to become difficult to see the difference, but only
starting.
    After a time Charlotte came up to her locker.
She brightened up as soon as she caught sight of him.
    “Hey Michael,” she said.
    “Hey,” he said. “What happened at the
assembly?”
    “You weren't there? I thought everybody was
supposed to go. You know, I thought I would see you there.” Yeah,
he thought, there were only two hundred something students in the
sixth and seventh grades. “Anyway they just talked about Actives.
Pretty cool.”
    “What did they say?”
    “Some old guy talked about how Actives can
get their powers when they have a lot of