The Mutant World [UNFINISHED]

4

I open my eyes and the first thing I think about is the meeting with the elite counselor and how nervous my dad is. I let out a deep breath as I sit upright, and can easily brush away the worry as my dad has a pattern of being very paranoid. I reach my hands into the sky and spread my wings, releasing a small sigh of comfort when I relax my muscles again. I slide out of bed and walk two feet to the closet doors. I open the closet and grab a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a flowy, black t-shirt with small pale-colored flowers. I throw on my clothes and my trusty pair of black sneakers. I plan on looking somewhat presentable but also I don't want to be overdressed for the rest of the school day. I suddenly remember the after school plans my friends and I created over text. There's an abandoned treehouse in the woods near the edge of town that we occasionally visit. The forest isn't necessarily forbidden but the elites highly discourage people from entering it.

I walk out to the kitchen and see my dad cooking me breakfast, as always. I walk up to him and tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump and nearly drop the plate in his hand.

"Sorry, Dad," I apologize with a small chuckle, glancing at the plate of pancakes on the counter next to him, "I didn't think tapping you on the shoulder would scare you."

"Oh, it's okay," he replies in his deep voice, trying to muster a smile, "Just a little jumpy today."

He places two pancakes onto the plate before handing me it. I sit down and begin my breakfast routine; Butter, butter-flavored syrup, devour. I place my plate in the sink and quickly wash and dry it. Just as I am about to head out the door, I realize I need the key to the treehouse. I jog into my room and reach under my bed for a small wooden box. I open it and grab the key to the treehouse and tie my shoes which have untied somehow. Today is going to be fun.

I hear the bus driving down the road and my dad yelling at me, saying that I'm going to miss it. I run out of my room and out the front door.

"Bye Dad! Love you!" I call to him as the door closes behind me. I rush up to the bus and climb on. After I sit down in my seat, my mind wanders as I stare out the window, watching the trees flash by.

The bus ride is short and Nathan and I don't talk much. We walk onto campus and I feel my phone buzz. I reach into my back pocket and see that my dad has texted me.

Dad: Meeting is in ten minutes. I'll see you soon. I love you.

My eyebrows rise in surprise and I shrug it off, walking next to Nathan until we reach our group of friends. Before anyone can speak the loudspeaker booms.

"Can Alice Delaney please come to room A-12, thank you," a monotoned voice booms loudly over the voices of everyone. My friends look at me and I shrug.

"Must be my meeting," I explaining, sounding reassuring and confident.

"Text us as soon as you are out of there," Liz instructs me with a very serious and stern face. She doesn't usually get very serious and it seems weird for her silly personality to ever be serious in any situation. I nod and begin to walk towards the first building near the front of the school. I soon find room A-12 and before I open the door, I see my dad walking down the hall. I wave to him and wait for him to walk up to me. But, he doesn't see me wave, and instead, he enters a different room. Before I can call out his name, the door in front of me opens. A tall and lanky man with tall cheekbones and small glasses on the end of his long nose walks out.

"Alice Delaney?" The man asks me with a surprisingly young and low voice. I nod and he holds the door open for me, gesturing me inside. I glance down the hall once more before entering the room.

The room is cold and well lit. There is a small desk with two chairs, one on each side, and three, white ceiling lamps. The white light illuminates the white walls, desk, and chairs. In fact, the entire room looks simply bright white. Every surface is spotless and white. I stand awkwardly next to the door as the man enters, closing the door behind him.