1 This is how we dance

Dancing is unique for everyone. Some just move. Others feel. Others seem to fly. Literally. Dancing isn't just dancing, some would say it could mean walking into someone on the street, and then both try to go in the same way to get around each other. It could be the twinkling stars. It could be fighting. It could be all of them. And that's how it starts.

It was a human place he was in now. That meant he had to fold his wings to his back, put a shirt or something on over them, so the humans couldn't see them. He could tell other "freaks" were at the campground too. One girl, who, like him, had wings and had to tuck them into her clothes, which to Jacob could get very uncomfortable. The girl's sister had some sort of tail she hid in her pants. Don't ask Jacob how he knew. Mutants can sense when others are around, can feel their different specials, otherwise known as mutations. Specials just seemed like a better word. Mutations were born with the instinct to hide. Scientist were always searching for them. "To help advance human knowledge" they would say.

Their specials didn't exactly devolp as soon as they were born, over time they slowly grew in. Jacob's dad had been a mutation, but his didn't show physically, at least not really. He ate like a snake. Could swallow a bear whole. Mutation are spontaneous, there is no connection between a mutation, and someone else's, even if the two specials were related.

Jacob watched the winged girl as she went on a swing. That confused him. She had wings, she could get the sensation of flying some other way. Like by actually flying. Jacob, truth be told, has actually never used his wings before. He like his dad, hid his mutation from all people, even his mom. Sometimes the secretary hurt him, to not be truthful with his mom. He'd tried flying once. Didn't quite work out, he ended up breaking his leg. That had hurt. Tonight, there would be a fire work show at the campground, Jacob didn't exactly know why. From what he knew, it was for the one campground owners birthday. He'd try to speak with her there.

Jacob saw the winged girl glance at him, having sensed another specials presence. Jacob smiled a huge grin, and nodded his head, as if to say "hi". The girl rolled her eyes and looked away. "She's totally into me," Jacob thought, feeling awesome.

At the fireworks show, Jacob decided to take the opportunity to introduce himself to the girl. "Hi," he said, "I'm Jacob."

"Your special," the girl said.

"I like to think so," Jacob laughed, "and your special too, what's your name winged beast?"

The girl smiled, and looked at the sky, "call me Nightwing."

"Well, hello Nightwing," Jacob said, not so smoothly.

Throughout the night, or at least the fireworks show, Jacob learned that she was 16, a year younger than him, technically lived at the campground since her grandparents owned the place and her and her sister's parents had not wanted them or something like that. Jacob told her what high school he was currently attending, his age, 17, and somehow, she got him to spill the beans on how he had never flew before.

Right now, Jacob was at the campsite alone. His dad was supposed to meet him, but he hadn't showed. Said he would be coming tomorrow instead. Jacob hated that about him. It was not like Jacob had all of spring break for waiting. His mom and dad had divorced recently, less than a year ago. This would be one of the only times he would see his dad. And he wasn't even here. Jacob wouldn't lie. He was disappointed. He didn't dare tell his mom though. She would take it and shove it in his face. All this nonsense about how she was right. His dad was wrong. He was wrong. It made his head throb thinking about it. He turned over in his sleeping bag, annoyingly, the sleeping bag twisted with his body, and seemed to hug him. Jacob sighed and tried to untwist the sleeping bag.