3. Power unleashed
I walked up to the two huge double oaken doors that lead into the school. The inside of the school was just as amazing as the outside. I was pushed and shoved through the crowd of kids and teenagers into a huge glass-domed hall. In the hall there was rows and rows of chairs, and everybody began sitting down. I found myself a chair in the middle of it all and waited for everything to quite down.
After about ten minutes of everyone situating themselves the hall became quiet. At the front of the hall there was a stage-like platform, raised about five feet off the ground. Standing on it was a very tall and slender woman with long raven black hair. She looked like she was in her late thirties. Behind her there stood five men and five women.
"Welcome to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with paranormal powers." The raven haired woman spoke, her voice ringing loud and clear throughout the hall.
"For those of you who are new students, I welcome you here and I do hope you enjoy your time here. For those of you who have been here before I welcome you back." She said.
"I am principle Lanita Krane, and these are your teachers." The principle introduced herself and the teachers. One of the teachers produced a long slip of paper and a bowl on a stool.
"When I call your name, please come up and pick a number from the bowl. This number will be the number of your dorm." The principle smiled as she spoke.
"Amy Blake?" She called. A small golden-haired girl with a Goldilocks style hairdo stood up. She was also wearing a sky-blue polo like I was, but instead of shorts she was wearing a mini skirt. She also had high-heeled mary janes, but she was still short. Amy walked up to the stage and walked up some stairs on the side and picked a number out of the bowl.
"Twenty-seven." She said. Her voice sounded like the voice of somebody who always got what they wanted.
"Thank you very much miss Blake. Please sit back down." The principle told her. Amy walked back to her seat and sat down.
"Alexander Blake?" The principle called. A pudgy boy with crew-cut dirty blond hair stood up and walked up onto the stage. His uniform was the same as the mine, except his polo was red and black and he had on plain jeans. He picked a number out of the bowl.
"Forty-two." He said. The principle gestured for him to sit back down and he did.
This went on for about another twenty students.
"Andre Sliverbane?" The principle called. I froze. That was me! Slowly I stood and left my bag on my seat. I walked up to the stage. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I was so nervous, everyone was staring at me! Finally I found myself standing next to the bowl. I reached in and picked out a slip of paper.
"Three." I spoke, sound much more sure of myself than I really was.
"Thank you very much miss Silverbane." The principle told me. Her eyes were a beautiful deep and dark chocolate brown that seemed to glow with some unknown light. I went back to my seat and sat down. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I was the only one so far that had chosen a three.
About twenty minutes went by, along with about sixty other students. I sighed. I was getting restless and wanted to stand up and move around. That bus ride had damn near killed me.
"Thane Pryhes?" The principle called out. The same boy that I had seen earlier on the bus stood up. He was wearing a crimson red and black polo and baggy-ish jeans. He walked up to the bowl and picked out a number. He hesitated before saying what number it was.
"....... Three."
I almost fell out of my seat. He was in my dorm! He walked back down to his seat. As he did so he made eye contact with me. His eyes were red! I looked away. This was just too weird.
Another fifty students picked their dorms. At least no one has gotten the last three... I thought.
"Nicoleus Trueborn?" The principle called. A tall slender boy with extremely white blond hair and glasses stood up. He was wearing the same polo as all the boys and a pair of normal denim jeans. He walked up to the stage and picked a number.
"Three, madame." He said. Again I nearly fell out of my seat. I was paired with two boys, and this was okay!? I sighed and leaned back in my seat. There was nothing I could do about it now.
Twenty more students got called up. I counted one-hundred and fifty in all. Damn, that was a lot of kids.
"Now that you all have picked your dorms, your luggage will be moved to your rooms. Please, explore the ground outside and stay out of the way of the men and women that will be taking your things up to the third floor. And please to enjoy your time here at Deep-Swamp School. A school for those with paranormal powers." The principle said. Everyone stood up and exited the glass-domed hall.
I was sitting on a bench under a weeping willow that was in front of the school. I watched the movers take the suitcases into the school. They looked like little ants. I was completely confused and frazzled. What was I doing here? I didn't have any 'paranormal powers'. Not that I knew of anyways. Did my parents know about this? Did they know something about me and never told me?
"Aye, you!" Someone yelled at me, making me loose my train of thought. I turned around. It was Alexander Blake.
"Whats your power girl?" He demanded. I looked down.
"I don't got one...." I said glumly. He laughed.
"No power? Then what are you doing here? You don't belong here. Your just a stupid little worthless girl." He said harshly. I tried hard to hold back my tears, but Alexander must have seen them.
"Whats this? You a crybaby too?" He asked tauntingly. I felt like hitting him, but I knew that would only get me in trouble.
"Crybaby, crybaby." Alexander said in a sing-song voice.
"Stop." I said looking away.
"No." Alexander said coming around to the front of the bench and waving a hand in my face.
"I'm the one with power here. I tell you what to do." He said. I clenched my fists. My mood had gone from deeply hurt to really pissed off in a matter a seconds.
"I said stop." I told him, I felt as though a fire was burning inside of me.
"Hey! What did I tell you? Huh? I'm the one in charge here!" He said yanking my hair.
"Whats with this purple hair anyways?" He asked tauntingly, pulling down hard. That was the last straw. I exploded with anger. And to my surprise, power as well. I could feel the power that surrounded me in a swirling cloud of purple and black smoke like it was an extension of my body. I looked at Alexander, my eyes burning with hatred.
"I said stop." I repeated, my voice seemed to be laced with poison, even to myself. Alexander tried to back away, but he was to slow. I slapped him as hard as I could with the back of my hand. To my surprise, he flew about fifteen feet and hit his head on the side of an empty bus. The bus nearly tipped over as Alexander fell to the ground, his head bleeding. I stared at him and the huge dent in the bus. I did that? I asked myself, astonished. I felt my power die down and along with is my strength and I fell limp onto the grass. I could hear people shouting, and my world went black.
I was laying on something soft. Where was I? I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a glass dome ceiling that was covered in vines. It was then I noticed someone looking at me. I tried to sit up but pain shot through my body when I tried to move.
"Woah there." A kind voice spoke to me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Wha-? Where am I? Who are you?" I asked turning my head in the direction of the voice.
"I'm Thane, I'm in your dorm." He said. I looked at him. His red eyes glowed like the embers of a flame.
"Andre." I introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you." Thane said smiling.
"You sure did hit Alexander hard, he's got a huge purple welt on the side of his face were you hit him." Thane chuckled as he spoke.
"Really?" I asked him, not sure weather to feel successful or guilty.
"Oh yeah. Here I'll help you up so you can see." Thane said. He gently help me sit up and then he put some pillows behind me so I had something to lean on. On the bed across from me Alexander lay, his head in a bandage and a huge purple welt that covered most of the right side of his face.
"I did that?" I asked bewildered.
"Yes you did." Another voice answered. I turned to look at the new person. It was the boy with white hair.
"I'm Nicoleus." He said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a amazing! They were like prisms sparkling in the sunlight.
"You find what category she is?" Thane asked Nicoleus.
"Yes. Andre you are in the 'Void' category." He said.
"Void?" I repeated.
"Basically you can control all aspects of black magic. Void is a very powerful ability, but it is also highly unstable and hard to control." Nicoleus told me as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"So what does that mean?" I asked them worriedly.
"That my dear friend," Thane put a hand on my shoulder.
"That means you are a very special person. There hasn't been a Void student here for twenty years." He said winking at me. I smiled. I was staring to like this place.
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Deep-Swamp School (two)
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.
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.
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