Behind the eyes , Deep inside

An Asylum For The Gifted

A/N: Hi Everyone! Wow it's been like what? two weeks? no? more huh? Well to explain i was visiting a friend that the had a super weak internet connection. NOW YOU MUST READ THIS PLEASE!!!!

We have a four year jump here  , Jack and whoever is his age is 18. His school has an extra year for those who plan on entering their University. Now as much as Jack is dark he is still venerable to his past that's why he hides from it. Also, long chapter ahead..sorry!

This story will also include a lot of songs , not too much but....you get me. Sorry I just LOVE music. In fact most of my stories and their events were inspired by music so are my drawings Wait sorry I'm rambling heheh...Now....Enjoy!

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Jack jumped out of bed, took a cold shower, and wore his blue sweatshirt, brown jeans, blue converse, and grey beanie. He snatched his dark blue one armed backpack and ran downstairs. He saw Mrs Potts with her hair in a bun wearing a green tunic, white pants, and white heels. She was washing the last plate in the sink. "Why didn't you wake me up early?! You woke up the others! " he said angrily.

Mrs Potts looked at him, unfazed by his behavior. " I did not wake anyone but Master Nicholas up, " she stated looking sternly at Jack. " And I told you, Jack, at dinner last night that I will not wake you up if you are late, " she added. Jack just rolled his eyes and ran to get his blue metal hover board and then out of the house . 

"I swear if that thing blows up like last time, I'm taking my money back from Gogo, " he muttered under his breath, setting his feet on the hover board.

The translucent lines on it starting glowing blue, indicating that it's working and making Jack smirk. He balance himself, looked ahead, and squinted his eyes while thinking about whether he should try it out not. Well....

Looks like he's going to late after all.

The hover board started moving at full speed. It was faster than anything, even race cars, which wasn't surprising since Gogo loved speed. Jack passed by his neighbors, he could hear them shouting his name in anger, but he didn't care. He loved this feeling, he loved the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through him. He remembered forest nearby, maybe he could see how good this board was and if his training did pay off.

He lowered himself when he stared getting closer. The moment he entered, he started narrowly avoiding trees and branches. It didn't take long till he reached the park and started skating on the railings, then rushing back out between the cars racing with them. He wasn't such a strange sight. Ever since his school opened people have gotten used to teens with strange inventions.

He took a sharp right arriving at ' DisneyWorks School For The Gifted ', his dear high school. It didn't really look like a high school though, more like a collage building since that they had middle and elementary school with them. He got off and took the hover board as it minimized into a rhombus. He saw a few things that was sure are going to turn into disasters in a few minutes. He walked up the stairs and entered through the magnetic opaque doors *, expecting the halls to be void of any students. 

To his great surprise the halls were full of noisy students. Some screaming, running, hugging, and doing other things.

Jack raised an eyebrow and checked his phone and, sure enough, it was 8:30 , so what were they doing? Classes were supposed to start half an hour ago. He walked through the students as they moved out of his way. Ever since he beat Gaston, majority of the students didn't dare mess with him, some even feared him. He didn't see a need for all that, just because there were rumors, doesn't mean he did the... Well.. Most of the, at least. Jack didn't dislike the fact that people left him alone, though, he liked it. He still had few friends who knew about his past and were helping him get ride of Pitch. Suddenly he felt someone hold him by the shoulders.