The Perfect Anthropoid

Chapter 1 : Vincent Michelson

I sit in the ice cold chair that I've been sat in for over an hour. I look up from my books and see that there is no one else in the library. I gather all my books and leave, not taking any notice of the lightness of five heavy books. I close the door behind me and walk down the corridor. I follow the sickly grey colour that fills every room and corridor with the dim lights that make you feel light on your feet. I keep going down the cold corridor until I stop abruptly. Where is everyone? I turn left sprinting down the corridor to the main hall, and push open the double doors. That's when I see everyone and now I remember, it's the first day back at school!
"Miss.Black you are late. Sit."
I look around and I feel my face on fire and I just need to sit down before I do something stupid. I slide into a chair next to a boy I don't know. I turn around and see the boy staring blankly at me, and I stare back. How rude of him. I turn facing the front flushing as I set my books down on the desk in front of me. I sit back and listen to what is the middle aged woman at the front is saying.
"So I welcome you again to the final year at this academy. At the end you will get to choose your job that is fitting to your taste. Remember to work hard and whenever anything goes wrong remember 'We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.' I will be looking at how well you have made progress all through the year. My name is Mrs. Smith and I wish you all the best of luck, seniors!"
Mrs.Smith looks young with her small pencil skirt and matching jacket. She has her hair laid straight down her back. She looks smart and elegant. The bell rings loud right at that moment and I snap out of my daze. I get up and push open the doors and leave the room.
I hear loud shoes slapping against the floor. I turn and see that boy, that was sat next to me, running up towards me, he waves at me and I stop walking. As soon as he has caught up with me, he lets out a loud long breath. I stare at him with eagerness and that's when he talks,
"Black.. Black, "
I stand staring at him and then he says,
"Your name is Black. Are you from the Black family?"
What is this dumb idiot on about, I suddenly burst into laughter and shake my head.
"I... I have to go"
I laugh as I walk faster away from him. That's when I hear, 'Miss.Black' and feet slapping against floor again.
I turn and say,
"WHAT ?"
He looks at me with delight and says
"I asked you if you were from the Black family. My grandma has this crazy story that..."
His voice trailed off and I stand there grinning at him. Who does he think he is ? I wrap my arms around my body and say,
"I don't know my family. My parents died when I was smaller. Both my parents devoted themselves to science, so they cut off my family from seeing them or me. I don't know why they would do that for science. But I know that my birth name is Amelia Black. I don't know anything else."
I stop talking and realise that I was crying while talking. I wipe my tears away with my oversized jumper and say   "Aha. The memories always brings my tears on." I sigh and the boy says,
"So you don't know your family and your name is Amelia, I'm Vincent Michelson. Why don't  your family contact you after knowing that your parents died."
I sighed feeling as if I've been stabbed in the heart.
"I don't think they know about my parents and I don't have any contacts. Even if they did know about my parents they wouldn't do anything."
Vincent smiles at me and I suddenly feel the urge to lock myself in my room and hide under my duvet until I feel better. I smile back and whisper,
"Im going to go. Bye Vincent."
I leave, walking back down the sickly grey hallway with the dim lights that make you light on your feet.