2. A new school
The alarm clock went off, blaring in my ear like the smoke detectors. I slammed the snooze button and groggily sat up. It was six thirty a.m. and I was not a morning person. I looked around my room, it had been stripped bare in the past week. I was going to a new school today, and even though I was only fifteen, it's a stay-away school. The thing I was mad about is that my parents have refused to tell me where the hell I'm going. They just keep telling me it's a new school and I'll be staying away, nothing more.
I sighed and got out of bed. My new school uniform was laid out on the floor next to my bed. I pulled on the sky-blue polo and the denim shorts. Went into my bathroom and combed my hair and brushed my teeth. I took my two suitcases downstairs and ran back up to my room to get my passenger bag. My mom had fixed me a breakfast of cheesy scrambled eggs and milk. When i finished eating and had put my dishes in the sink I looked up at the clock.
"Six fifty." I mumbled to myself. Only ten more minutes until the buses got here. I put on my new shiny black mary janes and slung my passenger bag around my shoulder and hauled my suitcases outside onto the front steps.
I must say, ten minutes is a long time when your mad and confused, but finally the buses showed up. There were five of them. Three filled with people, the other two were filled with luggage. I hugged my parents good-bye and walked up to the third bus. A man was waiting there and he asked for my suitcases. I gave them to him and climbed onto the bus. All the seats were taken except the back row. I walked down the crowed aisle and sat in the left window seat. The doors hissed closed and the bus stared moving.
After an hour or two people started to get restless and the chaos started. Someone had produced lots of paper and now wads of crumpled up paper and paper airplanes were being thrown around the bus. I tried to ignore all of the shouting and noise, but it was no use. I took my little red iPod nano and my big headphones out of my passenger bag and tuned the music up loud.
Another two hours, and now we were in the country. There was field after field of cotton and soy beans. My iPod was still well charged, but I didn't want to take any chances. So I put those away and took out my sketch book and a pencil. I wondered how I was going to get a good picture out of this bumpy bus ride but I didn't have anything else to do.
As I drew I noticed someone staring at me. I turned my head to see who it was. There was a boy sitting in the other window seat on the other side of the bus. He looked about sixteen and had long shoulder-length brown hair that had crimson high-light and fire-red tips. Though when I went to looked at him, he looked away. I stared at him for a second or two and then went back to my drawings.
Three hours. I gave up drawing and went back to staring out the window. I had no idea where we were now. It was nothing but what seemed to be dry marshland. The kids in the bus had quieted down. I heard a click as the bus speakers turn on.
"Ten more minutes until y'alls arrival at Deep-Swamp School." The cheery female voice of the bus driver rung out in the bus. Half of the kids in the bus cheered and began talking excitedly amongst themselves. I groaned. Great, this was just great. I was going to a school in the middle of a swamp. How nice.
Ten minutes later the bus pulled up to a stop. I couldn't see the school through the mass of now standing people. The bus speaker clicked back on again.
"Your luggage will be carried to your dorms once they have been picked. I hope y'all have a fun time this year." Spoke the voice of the buss driver. I waited for most of the kids to get off the bus before I got up and walked out myself. AS I stepped out of the bus and looked to where all the kids were heading I froze. I was beautiful! It looked like a giant conservatory building, with all it's glass domes and such.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" A boy spoke from behind me. But when I turned around to see who it was, there was no one there. I turned back to the school.
"Well here goes nothing." I said and walked towards the school.
Deep-Swamp School (one)
1. An introduction
My name is Andre Silverbane. To someone who doesn't know me, I look like an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl... With a head entirely of purple hair (except my bangs, which are brown). But to those who know me, like my friends and family, I am quite different. I go to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with...... Powers. The best way I can put it is Deep-Swamp is like Hogwarts and Professor Xavier's school for the gifted, except we're not witches or wizards and we're not mutants. We're just different.
Deep-Swamp School is just like it sounds, a school deep in a swamp. But it is a beautiful school. It looks like a huge conservatory-like building. It has beautiful glass domes and vines grow up on it from everywhere. There are three floors. The first floor has the main hall, the dining hall, and the math, science, and history classrooms. The first floor also has the infirmary. The second floor has many different classrooms for the many different powers, the principle's office, and the library. The third and final floor has all the dorms in it, including the principle's and the teachers dorms. Outside behind the school there is a lake that has beautifully carved rocks, stones, and boulders all around it. When people here the word "swamp", they think about a musky, hot, and humid place, but this swamp is actually quite cold (most of the time) and dry.
Deep-Swamp School (oddly enough) is a stay-away school. As in, you don't go home at night (you wouldn't want to, the bus drive is like six or seven hours). The school is like this even though the ages of the kids there go from twelve to eighteen. There are fifty dorms, with three people per dorm. The cool/weird thing is that the teachers don't mind if boys and girls share the same dorm. Nothing has ever happened (that I know of) but at least I can talk with my two best friends all night long.
There are different "categories" that each child fits into. Most people have only one power. For example; My friend, Nicoleus only fits into the "Shifter" category because he is only a shape-shifter. The biggest combination of powers one can have is three. Like my other friend, Thane, fits into the three categories of "Elements", "Telepathy", and "Telekinesis" because he has Pyrokinesis (control over fire), Telepathy, and Telekinesis. Though, on rare occasion someone may have four or five different powers. My category is "Void", I can control all aspects of black magic. I can control darkness, make black holes and voids, I can control the element of Space (a rare element) and many other things.
A typical day at Deep-Swamp starts at 0700 hours (the place runs on military time). Then we have thirty minutes to eat breakfast. At 0730 we all head outside for a P.E.-like wake-up exercise. Then at 0830 we have math. Then science. Then history. And thats all of the "normal" classes we have. Now it's 1100 and we have lunch. After lunch, things start getting interesting. 1200 Hours, everyone goes to the class for their category/categories. The classes shuffle around so that everyone can get to go to all of the classes they need to. Though while everyone goes their classes with the other students, I get privately tutored. Why? My category is "Void", a very highly unstable and rare power that needs constant surveillance (I nearly killed a boy on my first day). Each class is an hour long, and five classes are in session at any one time until 1800 hours. Then we have dinner. After that, we have until 2100 hours (bedtime) to run around the grounds and be free. 2200 Hours and it's lights out. Then we sleep (most of the time) and start the day back up again at 0700.
But on Saturdays and Sundays, we have the whole day off. We can sleep late but breakfast is at 0900 hours, so if we want food we need to get up. Lunch and dinner are at the regular times. Bedtime is at 2200 hours and lights out it at 2400 hours.
My name is Andre Silverbane. To someone who doesn't know me, I look like an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl... With a head entirely of purple hair (except my bangs, which are brown). But to those who know me, like my friends and family, I am quite different. I go to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with...... Powers. The best way I can put it is Deep-Swamp is like Hogwarts and Professor Xavier's school for the gifted, except we're not witches or wizards and we're not mutants. We're just different.
Deep-Swamp School is just like it sounds, a school deep in a swamp. But it is a beautiful school. It looks like a huge conservatory-like building. It has beautiful glass domes and vines grow up on it from everywhere. There are three floors. The first floor has the main hall, the dining hall, and the math, science, and history classrooms. The first floor also has the infirmary. The second floor has many different classrooms for the many different powers, the principle's office, and the library. The third and final floor has all the dorms in it, including the principle's and the teachers dorms. Outside behind the school there is a lake that has beautifully carved rocks, stones, and boulders all around it. When people here the word "swamp", they think about a musky, hot, and humid place, but this swamp is actually quite cold (most of the time) and dry.
Deep-Swamp School (oddly enough) is a stay-away school. As in, you don't go home at night (you wouldn't want to, the bus drive is like six or seven hours). The school is like this even though the ages of the kids there go from twelve to eighteen. There are fifty dorms, with three people per dorm. The cool/weird thing is that the teachers don't mind if boys and girls share the same dorm. Nothing has ever happened (that I know of) but at least I can talk with my two best friends all night long.
There are different "categories" that each child fits into. Most people have only one power. For example; My friend, Nicoleus only fits into the "Shifter" category because he is only a shape-shifter. The biggest combination of powers one can have is three. Like my other friend, Thane, fits into the three categories of "Elements", "Telepathy", and "Telekinesis" because he has Pyrokinesis (control over fire), Telepathy, and Telekinesis. Though, on rare occasion someone may have four or five different powers. My category is "Void", I can control all aspects of black magic. I can control darkness, make black holes and voids, I can control the element of Space (a rare element) and many other things.
A typical day at Deep-Swamp starts at 0700 hours (the place runs on military time). Then we have thirty minutes to eat breakfast. At 0730 we all head outside for a P.E.-like wake-up exercise. Then at 0830 we have math. Then science. Then history. And thats all of the "normal" classes we have. Now it's 1100 and we have lunch. After lunch, things start getting interesting. 1200 Hours, everyone goes to the class for their category/categories. The classes shuffle around so that everyone can get to go to all of the classes they need to. Though while everyone goes their classes with the other students, I get privately tutored. Why? My category is "Void", a very highly unstable and rare power that needs constant surveillance (I nearly killed a boy on my first day). Each class is an hour long, and five classes are in session at any one time until 1800 hours. Then we have dinner. After that, we have until 2100 hours (bedtime) to run around the grounds and be free. 2200 Hours and it's lights out. Then we sleep (most of the time) and start the day back up again at 0700.
But on Saturdays and Sundays, we have the whole day off. We can sleep late but breakfast is at 0900 hours, so if we want food we need to get up. Lunch and dinner are at the regular times. Bedtime is at 2200 hours and lights out it at 2400 hours.
The Choice (1)
One:
The Photograph
Patience rolled her eyes.
"I has to be real!" She told her older brother Jake, trying not to yell at him.
"You could've photoshopped it." Jake said, still not accepting what Patience was showing him.
"It's still on my camera!" She wailed. Why couldn't Jake see the evidence and admit that it was real?
"I still think it isn't real." He told her.
"Why is it so, so...." Patience searched for the word.
"So unbelievable?"
"Because you're obsessed with this stuff. I wouldn't put it past you to make something like this up. "
"C'mon. Please for this once believe me?" Patience begged.
"No." Was Jake's answer. He turned around and walked away.
"Fine! Be that way!" She yelled after him. Sighing Patience plopped back down onto the couch. In her hand she held her camera. On it was a picture that she would treasure for the rest of her life. A picture of a real-live Dragon.
The Photograph
Patience rolled her eyes.
"I has to be real!" She told her older brother Jake, trying not to yell at him.
"You could've photoshopped it." Jake said, still not accepting what Patience was showing him.
"It's still on my camera!" She wailed. Why couldn't Jake see the evidence and admit that it was real?
"I still think it isn't real." He told her.
"Why is it so, so...." Patience searched for the word.
"So unbelievable?"
"Because you're obsessed with this stuff. I wouldn't put it past you to make something like this up. "
"C'mon. Please for this once believe me?" Patience begged.
"No." Was Jake's answer. He turned around and walked away.
"Fine! Be that way!" She yelled after him. Sighing Patience plopped back down onto the couch. In her hand she held her camera. On it was a picture that she would treasure for the rest of her life. A picture of a real-live Dragon.
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