Strangely Stronger (ON HOLD)

A strangers even stranger words

So here's the update you wanted, thought about dedicating this to someone but I think I'll wait with dedicationes till a later time. Without further delay here is the next chapter.

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Well lets look at the foster house check list, shall we:

Showered: Check

Clean Clothes: Check

Nice Breath: Check

There is something else... What is it... Ahh! Now I remember!

Nails: Not Check, Never will be checked.

I don't know why but I feel incomplete without my nails, they are a part of me. Without them I don't feel like myself. Cutting my nails just feels wrong, it's like cutting down my nails is like taking an inch away from my arm. It's just, wroong. I check the time on the desk next to my life size mirror. The mirror, the only thing left from my parents after their death that is whole. It had the most antique and fine details I had ever seen on any mirror. Even though it being ancient I had never needed to clean the mirror itself or the frame. Anyway time to go downstairs to meet this mystery man. I hope it wasn't another old man that adopted a child for his wifes sake. Half of the adopters had many kids at home already but they were growing up and the wifes needed something to do during the day. So they eventually adopted a toddler.  Oh well... Oh shit I already hear the gravel from outside, I mean the car. But whatever time to run!

I barelly got on the landing downstairs when a car door slammed shut. As I stepped into line the front door opened and in stepped a man in a pricie furcoat. Another toddler leaves us today. I bet on it. No way this man was looking for a teenager.

He looked at all of us quickly before stopping on me and looking directly into my eyes, if he wanted a starring contest he was going to lose. Eventually he looked away turning to Ms. Arownan.

"The black dressed boy." He says pointing to me and walking into the office/study.

Wait is he sure? This isn't a prank is it? I swear to God, I never thought this would happen... Better follow him into the study... Hurrying to not keep him waiting long I ran into the room after him.

"Hello, I am Principle Cruellè." He says putting his hand forward waiting for me to shake hands with him.

"Hello sir. I am Sebaztian Dragomir." I say shaking his hand, then motioning for him to sit down in one of the sofas.

"I know." He says sitting down, what an odd thing to say. I had never met this man before in my life.

"So truthfully, I want you to accept my propsal and you will pack your bags after and then we'll leave here for good." He says, what the hell is he talking about? Is he a crazy person?

"What proposal?" I ask uncertainly, looking at him as if he was slightly crazy.

"Oh right silly me! I want you to join our boarder school for... gifted teenagers in your age." He says looking straight into my eyes. His eyes were really deep green ocean... Snapp out of it!

"What is it, a mental asylum?" I ask getting worried what he meant.

"No, as in a magic high school. Drum School for the Magically Gifted to be exact."

I start laughing. Did he really think I would fall for that one? Serioulsy? A school of magic? The very idea of magic being real was hilarious. Either he was crazy, or he thought I was crazy.

I stopped laughin gsuddenly when a fire sprang to life in the fire place in the corner, terrified I turn to the man seeing his eyes almost shine for a few seconds before going back to those deep ocean eyes and turning his gaze to me.

"You beleive me now?" He asks me starring intently att me.

"Okay, so you can make a fire start by just looking att it, but what does that have anything to do with me?" I ask confused.

"Yor are like me, you just don't know it. Your subconsiouns knows it though. Focus on the fire and wish it to extinguish. Don't expect it to-" He got cut off when the fire just ceased without any smoke at all.

I could barelly beleive that this was happening...

"They said you were going to be different..." He says mostly to themselves

"Who said what?" I ask still in a a bubble after what just happened.

"My bosses.." He says looking out the window. A storm had started to gather outside, that's strange the sun was shinig a minute ago...

"We need to leave now, grab your things then lets go." He says standing to his feet. "I will take care of the paperwork, meet me here in ten minutes." He then leaves the room.

I hurry up starting to become nervous, I dash towards the stairs taking a few steps at a time. I slam the door open startling Josh. He gives me a questioning look but I ignore himgrabbing my black duffle bag throwing in all my clothes and my only picture of my parents. I then grab the human tall mirror with one handedly not even noticing it and was about to leave when Josh finally spoke up.

"Where are you going?" He asks looking at my bags and the mirror.

"I need to leave with that man now, or something bad is going to happen." I say glancing out the window seeing that the wind had picked up.

"What now?" Josh asks looking sadly into my eyes.

"I'm sorry Josh, I wish I could say this in a more correct way seeing it as you are my best friend. But I really need to go. I'm sorry. I promise we will se eachother again." I say hugging him before heading to the door. In the doorway I turn around and say "I really am sorry Josh."

With those words I walk out of my room for what I knew would be the last time. Heading into the unknown. It was kind of a scary thought, but at the same time exciting.

I quickly walk down the stairs and stop in the hall way. Two seconds later Mr. Cruellè appears in the doorway from the kitchen holdng his coat and putting on his elaborate feathered hat. It kind of reminded of a pimp from Saints Row...

He walks swiftly to the door exiting and motioning for me to follow, I don't think he even noticed the mirror

I followed him out seeing surprisingly a black limo a few feet away from the patio. Mr. Cruellè opens the door for me finally noticing the mirror, but he made no objektions. I threw in my bag and carefully  climbed in with the mirror still in one hand, how I got the thing in is a mystery to me. But now we were in the car and the door was closed. Mr. Cruellè said something to the driver and we sped off at an unbelievable pace.

All around me the trees flew by, we were moving to fast for me to se anything and also due to the storm. After a while my eyes became heavy and I feel sleep grabs ahold of me pulling me away...

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When I woke up the storm was gone and we had slowed down. We were still sorrounded by the forest but I could see where the forest ended up ahead.

As we reached the clearing a magnificant castle and lake appeared behind closed gates. The gates slowly started opening and as we entered my skin tickled.

Stepping out of the car when we had reached the grand castle I looked at the large wooden double doors with ancient runes carved into the side trying to figure out what it said.

"Welcome to Drums School for the Magically Gifted!" Mr Cruellè says beconing to the large estate.

My eyes sweep the country and I can't help feeling amazed by the beauty.

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Well that went well I think. I'm sorry for any spell errors I'll fix them if I find them later.

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Bye,

Sebastian x.