The Academy

Chapter 1

My name is Andrew Wilson. I have black hair and green eyes. I am not pale but I am not tan either. Just kind of in between. I work out regularly and have a fairly muscular build. I have no middle name and no last name. Most people see the doctors face and their mother beaded with sweat when their born, but I saw some stranger and my mom's lifeless body lying in the backseat of a car. I have no clue who my dad is and I have given up trying to find out. I have a photographic memory and remember every detail since the day I was born. Nothing else could be worse than this right? Wrong. I also know every detail of your life.

I just moved from New York City to a small town in Georgia with my uncle and his wife. I use their last name since no one has any idea what my real last name is. They have no children, so I am a stand in. It is the last day of summer and I will be starting a new school tomorow. From what I have googled on my dinosaur of a computer, it is a public school with about a thousand students who will find me weird as soon as they see me. Its like something in their mind immedialtey makes them think that they need to stay away from me. It will be a whole new year with the same problems.

I woke up the next morning to the annoying noise of my alarm clock. I could hear my aunt and uncles thoughts downstairs as they ate their breakfast. Both of them were worried about my new day of school. They moved because they thought it would be different without so many peoples thoughts in my head but it won't be. I will still be an outcast.

I am a sophomore in highschool now and I can't wait til I can drive. But for now I have to take the annoying yellow bus that will transport me to my own personal hell.

I got up and took a shower. Then I ran downstairs to eat a healthy and nutritous breakfast of  strawberry pop tarts and chocolate milk. It was 8:00 and my bus was going to be here soon. I ran outside as soon as I heard a bus full of peoples thoughts coming down the road. I walked on to the bus and was immediatley bombarded with peoples dreams and thoughts. Dreams are always the worse because when your really listenign to them you have trouble telling what is real and what isn't. Sometimes you can be seing the persons worst fear and feel their panic and it just freaks you out. Walking down the aisle of the bus I got looks of hatred. These people have never met me before and immediatley they know I am different.