Saturdays

Saturday Week 1

"Welcome to the first Saturday of training. You have been selected out of many, to learn your skills and become stronger people." the principal's voice booms from the loud speaker. "All of your parents have made the right decision by sending you to this school. Your weaknesses will drag you down. It is our job to get rid of them and send you off successful, strong and powerful. Welcome to the first out of 52 Saturdays of training. Good luck students."

My teacher is standing next to the blackboard, griping a piece of chalk between her fingers. She looks like me when someone's stolen my Netflix or YouTube. Except she looks 10 times worse. Her icy stare was giving me chills and her black outfit looked pretty depressing. Is this what they're training us to be? Tired and ugly people that don't know what to do with the rest of their life?

"Today is your first day and you are group 030115. Don't try and act as if you can accomplish anything at this stage. We all know why you were sent here. And don't think that I actually give a shit about your self esteem issues. Our job is not to make you feel better about your weak selves, what we do is give you power and confidence." Her speech was not what I suspected at all.

The only reason why I am here is because my parents think crying is a sign of weakness. You'll find out why I was crying later on. It doesn't really matter, we don't even have to discuss it. It was nothing. This school is for people who can't stick up for themselves or maintain personal strength and confidence. I can beat anyone up who gets in my way. I don't understand what the point is to be here. It's a waste of my Saturdays.

The teacher starts marking the role " Vanessa, Kourtney, An...Antoinette? Is that how your name is pronounced?" she said confused and disgusted at the same time. Whispers spread around me. I overhear a guys voice behind me "What kind of a name is that. 'I'm so posh, look at me.'" he said quietly to his friend. I turn around and look at his smug, little face and see a resemblance to Drake. "And what's your name? Aubrey is it? Well lucky you changed your name to Drake cause you've got a reputation to uphold, right?" I say. He seems somewhat surprised by my attitude. A facial expression spreads through his face, he looks like an idea has just popped into his mind but this seems to be a very rare occurrence because it does not look good. "You seem all bitchy on the outside but there must be a reason why you're here and I don't think it's just because of your name. Why are you here?" he ask with actual concern, I think. "What about you why are you here?" I argue back, avoiding the question. "I asked first" He replied actually seeming to be interested. Before I could answer the teacher starts laughing. "This is exactly what we are going to help you with, that whole conversation was useless. You don't need to share your feelings, letting people into your life delays the training from its full completion. Also those 'comebacks' as you would call them were terrible. We should have a lesson on it." I like this teacher. We don't even know her name.

"What's your name Ms?" I ask. She looks at me for a while and the whole class is silent and staring cautiously. "That should not be your concern. I am madam to all of you."

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