The Academy

Chapter 2

I walked off of the bus and up the steps to my new school. I had recieved my schedule in the mail yesterday. I never have any troubles finding my classes because I just look in peoples mind until I know where I need to be. My first class was world history with Mr. Jefferson.

As soon as I walked in I knew this was going to be the worst class of the year. Mainly because there were assigned seats and of course I was sitting in the front row. Also, as soon as the bell rang for us to start, he started to talk in a monotone voice. He then handed out a syllabus that as soon as he thought about it I knew exactly what was on it. He had apparently been teaching this syllabus for years and had memorized every word. After they were all handed out I decided to find out what everyone else in the class was up to. They were definatley not paying attention. Mainly because they were either talking, texting, or thinking about me and how weird I was. This was going to be a long day.

Next I had math with a hag of a teacher named Mrs. Robins. She was about a million years old with a nasaly voice and a fat pack hanging from her neck. Then third period I had science with Mr. Edwards who was actually a pretty cool teacher and unlike evryone else in this hell hole he didn't hate me. He was teaching chemistry wich was also a favorite subject of mine. Unlike Mr. Jefferson there was no syllabus to sign only a name sheet. After everyone signed the sheet he started talking about what this year would entail. There were going to be a ton of labs involving chemicals and stuff that could blow up. That was what I was excited about! There was something odd about him though. I was not able to read his mind. It is none of the twilight crap where Edward can't read Bella's. I could sense his mind but I could not read it. It was as if there was a wall blocking out all of his thoughts. When ever I would try to break down or get past the barrier he would look directly at me like he knew what I was doing.

After chemistry I had language arts with Ms. Gobin. As soon as I walked into class I saw that she had written her name on the board and I also noticed that someone had erased it and but Ms. Goblin. As soon as she walked in I noticed why someone called her a goblin. She looked like a creature straight out of hades. With gnarled hands and grey hair she looked like a demon. She started to talk and hand out the syllabus. The first thing she talked about is how she would not tolerate rudeness or discpline issues. As she said she looked directly at me.

I decided to have a peak inside her head and man that was a mistake.