The Specialists

Chapter 9- I'M THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I woke to the sound of a buzzer.

At first, I couldn't work out where the sound was coming from. That's because, for a minute or so, I thought I was back in my own room. You know, the illegal pent house flat I used to live in by myself that I didn't even own, but claimed anyways.

I reached out, fumbling for my alarm clock. But instead of my fingers coming into contact with hard plastic, all I felt was cold, empty air.

This was unusual, to say the least.

What was even more unusual was that when I opened my eyes, I saw I wasn't in my pent house room at all. No, I was in the Specialists compound, in NEW YORK, baby!

I blinked, clearing the last of the sleep from my eyes, then snuggled deeper in the white duvet. The clock on the wall read 6:09 AM- way to early to get up, but then the buzzer went off again.

Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed to find the source of the irritating noise so I could make it stop. It took me a full two minutes to locate the source. It was a phone, attached to the wall right next to the white wardrobe.

"Hello?" I croaked into the handset.

"Where are you?" A bright chirpy voice on the other end of the line... chirped. "We have training! We have to go shopping another time, but its like real hard core Specialist training! We are developing our specialities! You're late!"

"Huh? What?" I muttered, not fully comprehending what I was hearing. "Uh, um, who is this?"

"Oh my gosh, that was Lily. Get your butt over here right now Zelina," a bunch of harmonised voices said. "We are all waiting for you!"

-tone-

Geez. Wow. What a great way to start the morning.

Quickly, I grabbed the first outfit my hands laid on, got dressed, then rushed out of my room to the training room(which, yes, I now know my way to), not bothering to brush my shoulder-length, brown hair that was tangled with sleep knots.

Arriving at the training room, all eyes were on me.

"sorry I'm late," I muttered, making my way towards Lily and Rain, who were standing next to the guy who came in after me yesterday. Danny, I think. Or maybe it was Dylan. Or Donald.

"Alright," David said in an enthusiastic voice that had to be fake. Ugh. No one can be that cheerful, this early in the morning. "Today, we are developing our specialties. Now you see, we are all here because we are especially advantaged in something. Sort of like a super power. One at a time, I want you to step up to this platform and demonstrate your specialty to the entire class," he said gesturing to the now rising platform that appeared to be coming out of nowhere. "Now some of you, have known your specialty since you were very little, but some of us don't even know what ours are yet, so lets get cracking! We are going in alphabetical order, so Daniel first, then Ivy, and then so on, ending with Zelena,"