Into the Dark

Chapter Four

Color is a power which directly influences the soul.

-Wassily Kandinsky

Coach Bruno gave me a score of 2B (by the look on his face, I could tell that it wasn't good) and the rest of the morning was pretty much a disaster. I blew up my potion in Alchemy, flooded the pots of bean plants in Agriculture, and set my partner's pants on fire with a blowtorch in Architecture.

Yeah, this was turning out to be a great day.

I sighed and headed towards the cafeteria once the bell rang. Noland ran up to me as I walked in.

"Is it true?" he asked. "Did you really set Byron's pants on fire?" I nodded solemnly.

"How did you know?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Word gets around fast at this school," he said, taking a tray and putting some brown, mushy stuff on the side. I took a tray and grabbed some red, jello-like blocks.

"What did you get at the training facility?" he asked. "I got a 3A."

"I got a 2B," I muttered. He cringed.

"Ouch, looks like Coach Bruno isn't exactly seeing you as a stellar student." I nodded and bit off a piece of the red jello.

"What's that?" Noland asked, pointing to my iPhone, which I put on the table.

"It's a smartphone," I said.

"I know that. But what is that app?" he asked, pointing to one of my games.

"Er....Bubble Shooter. You can play if you want." Noland picked it up and began to jab at the screen at random times.

"So you shoot the matching bubbles?" he asked. I then realized that this game was literally impossible for a Disapparent, since you had to match the colors of the bubbles.

"Um, well...uh-" A microphone screeched at the front before I could finish.

"Would Ms. Lydia Johnson please see Headmaster Dillingham at his office? Lydia Johnson, please," a woman said. She looked to be in her thirties, and her face was caked heavily with make-up. Noland looked at me with wide eyes.

"No one ever goes to Headmaster Dillingham's office," he said, handing me my phone. I set my food down on a table, and made my way up to the front. There were whispers all around me and people who were staring at me pretended to be interested in their food when I looked in their direction.

I was really feeling the love here, guys.

The woman took me by the arm and literally dragged me down the halls. Jeez, couldn't she be more polite to a new student?

We finally reached a small room. Once I got inside, she slammed the door behind me. I closed my eyes, half-expecting an axe chopping my head off.

"Good afternoon, Lydia Johnson." I opened my eyes and saw an elderly man sitting in an armchair. His "Though we can never really be sure whether it's morning or afternoon. The sky is always a dull gray to us," he mused.

"Oh, please sit down, don't get bored by my rambling," he said, pointing to a chair in the corner. I sat down, and the chair immediately took the form of my body, making me feel very comfortable.

"Ah, the technology of one of fellow students here," he said. "Now, let's not get off topic. We have something very important to discuss." He leaned forward.

"You are probably wondering as to why I have called you to my office," he said. "You are a very special person, Lydia. You have powers beyond imagination. That's why we need to execute-" My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.