“Hello, I’m Zac,” Zac said, grinning at a blonde girl about his age.
“Hi. Angela.”
“No, I’m Zac. Not Angela.”
Angela giggled.
“I’m Angela.”
“Oh, ok, that make much more sense. Didja like the concert?”
Angela nodded tentatively. Zac thought she seemed a little edgy and preoccupied about something. She shifted her weight uncomfortably and adjusted the strap of her small backpack.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you wearing it?”
“I, uhh,”
But Angela had no chance to continue her sentence. With a loud cry of agony she fell forward (inadvertently into Zac’s arms), arching her back. Naturally, everyone stared at this, but it was Taylor that registered the problem. He quickly joined Zac and helped him help her out the door and into the next room.
“She’s a mutant,” Taylor whispered to Diana who was waiting there.
His mother paused briefly.
“I’ll get Jess,” she said with a quick nod.
The two boys returned, Zac wincing at another shriek of pain from Angela’s lips.
After that the meet and greet didn’t seem to go fast enough. Taylor, of course, told Isaac telepathically what he knew.
When it was finally over and all the fans had left, Walker led them to where Diana, Jess, Angela and everyone else who knew about anomalies were. Zac, who was the last one through the door went to close it, only to notice a security guard behind him.
“Umm, you can’t come in here,” he informed him.
“Relax Zac,” the guard said smoothly. “I’m Z.”
Zac stared for a moment. Then noticed the letter ‘Z’ tattooed on, uhh, ‘his’ arm.
“You gonna let me in or what?” Z asked.
He moved out of the way, giving room for Z to come through. Z closed the door, and Zac turned to Angela.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
Angela nodded slowly, chewing her bottom lip.
“We told her about the powers and all that,” Diana said.