The Best of the Brittish

The greeting of Mr. Carlisle

Henry Jacké was very handsome. He had jet black eyes, accompanied by hair of the same qualities. His complexion was a bit awkward since he was not from around here. Usually the first thing people would notice about about him was his complexion, since it was noticible darker than the rest of the academy. He was an athlete, football, what else? It was the only sport people actually watched around here. He was usually the striker but had good reflexes and often played goal-keeper in the second half. He had many friends, most of which were on his team, the Black Bears. His friend, Spörter was more than just a friend. She was his friend with benefits, for now. He had decided it was best for everyone if they didn't get too involved. It was against the policy anyways. Why would he want to get into trouble? He was a good boy. No wait, "he isn't a boy anymore", says Mr. Carlisle, "he is a grown man, ready to explore the world". Yeah right, he would, but he is stuck in this damn prison for the rest of his life. He was not a very good "boy" this week. Thats exactly why he is here today-the isolation chamber. It is designed for the students who have donesomething to piss off the staff. But no, he always had to cross the line. He didn't just piss off the staff but the students in the younger grades. He needn't worry about the older grades, they admired his for what he did. Anyways there was only one grade above him so it wouldn't have made much of a difference if they were pissed at him as well. He had a few minutes left before the next round of questions were asked by the F.B.I. Why is the F.B.I here you ask? Well maybe Mr. Carlisle would tell you.

Just as Jaké made eye contact with the camera two men came in with a man dressed formally in all white. Even the lenses of his glasses were white. This was Mr. Carlisle. He glanced in my direction and looked away. The scarring on my face probably made him gag. Jaké hadn't been to a hospital yet even though half the school was at the campuses' hospital. Jaké watched Mr.Carlisles steps very closely and drew a conclusion that he was nervous. He didn't say anything because he knew it would only make him more nervous. Which was bad becaise it leads to miscommunication which could lead to wrongly interpreted information. This was bad. This was very bad. Jaké spoke as Mr.Carlisle opened his mouth to speak. He could predict when he was about to speak by looking closely at their breathing and lip movements. He tried to speak at least. When he was done with his formal tantrum he stood up and turned the chair towards the two way mirror and sat looking at the mirror incidently in the eyes of Principal Courtois. She stood up and walked to the left. His eyes followed. She walked far to the right. His eyes still followed untill Mr. Carlisle threw a file on the table. He said, "this is the profile of the man in the room when you mae that toxic gas. You dont even take chemistry and you knew how to make this particular gas. A gas that soludifys when inhaled. Many people died. What do you have to say for yourself?" In this speech all Jaké did was sit with his hoodie on and stare  downwards. He was already 2 steps ahead of everyone. He had an extra canister of the solidifying gas so if they get into his business too much then... He already knew what happened next. Ge would bw expelled and get to see his parents for the first time in his life. Mr. Carlisle could see that Jaké was not interested in his "what have you done" speech so he left. Principal Courtois greeten Mr. Carlisle as he walked in. She said, "he is different from the orhers. His disease is very different than the others". Mr.Carlisle agreed. He said "he is almost a graduate from high school and would be able to start a new life in the Cawdor University. Its for people like him." Jaké was listening even though the glass was sound proof. He always knee he was different. Just not that he had s disease. The whole goal of this solidifying gas was to get out of this freacking school. If he doesnt he would stay on this campus for the rest of his life. He wanted to know whay disease he had so he stood up walked out the chamber and walked into the office behind the mirror. He asked "what disease did he have?" He noticed the puzzled look their faces. Mr. Carlisle said to Jaké its okay. Sound out what you need. Jaké was surprised by this but never showed emotion. They treated him lile a baby. Principal Courtois said to Mr.Carlisle that his speech therapy wasnt helping at all. No one understands him Jaké was surprised, he spoke perfectly just with a bit of a South American accent. Mr. Carlisle said well, you know he has a learning disability and he has a very short attention span. Jaké left in shock of the news. He passed by an old man throwing a tantrum in french to a maid. That would be him if he doesnt leave. He actually never thought of how little people attend this school. It was a huge campus and about only 1000 people altogether attended, ranging from 0-retirement age. He assumed they all had the same disease he had because everyone acted the same. his dorm was next to the stadium. The restaurant and bowling alley was a few blocks away from his dorm so he usually went there to hang out. When he got to hos small messy room he put a movie in the player and sat down. He never noticed before but the actors on the movies are so much different that the people he knew. They didnt throw tantrums, go months without speaking of even have OCD. They were " normal". He was just another not-normal person. He fell asleep waiting for an idea that woyld get him out of here. The gas was just the start, the real stuff is coming.