You will never own me. ((Prolouge too a story I am thinking of writing.))

She'd lived her life as average, she was ordinary in every aspect of her life and she didn't care. Having never been exceptional she didn't want to be. She loved her life as it was, she was the bright, smiling face that no one could bring themselves to hate. So when hades broke loose no one expected her to rise up and defy the world. No one expected too see the smile disappear and be replaced by an ice cold glare. No one realised the other part of the girl they all loved, the side of the ordinary girl that didn't belong in a high school. So when Itico High became hades on earth, they all met her, the other side of me.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, the laughter in my class as the teacher joked with us. That first explosion, the way one of my classmates had to scramble out of the way before a desk slammed into him as the school shook. I remember the confusion, the feeble jokes about someone blowing up a chemistry experment. It was the second explosion, so big that it made the school rock like a boat in rough seas, it was that explosion that made everyone aware that it was not a joke. That it was serious, and it was. In a matter of an hour, nearly all of the teacher of Itico High had been killed. Strangers roamed the corridors, pointing guns at any student they saw. We were all herded too the assembly hall, where the chairs we usually sat on had disappeared. We stood in disarray as we looked up at a man sitting in the Headmasters chair.
"Sit!" Slowly, slowly, the people around me lowered themselves to the floor. All I saw was surrending, all I saw was giving up. This action of sitting was saying, 'We will listen, we will obey." Yeah, well, I wouldn't, and as people sat around me I stayed standing. Standing until I was the only one.
"Sit!" The command echoed through the assembly hall, silence as every eye in the room turned too me. But I didn't flinch, there was only one pair of eyes in this room that was important, the others were irrelevant. I looked up at the man on the Headmasters chair.
"No." One single word, one syllable, two letters. Funny how a single sound can change your entire life. A few things happened at once when i said that, some of the other strangers moved forward, pulling their guns out as if to shoot me. I watched them cooly, oddly enough I felt safe. And as it turned out they never got the chance to shoot me as the man on the Headmasters chair gestured for them to stop.
"We have a fighter amongst us." He said, smiling at me. Some how I don't believe he expected me too smile back. I couldn't help it, the habit of smiling was so deeply ingrained in me I did it when I was terrified as well.
"I like fighters." I'm not sure how but I started getting special treatment then. Itico stayed a school but instead of being taught like a normal school we became a school for warriors. We learned archery and close combat fighting. We were taught to fight and somehow, after being ordinary my entire life, I was now exceptional. But somehow, even though I was treated differently, even though I was the one who recieved all the praise I became a symbol of freedom. I was the fighter, the one who had defied on the first day. I was the one who refused to surrender.