Sadow and I talked for the rest of of the night. Sadow was accepted from Maine and was happy to get out of there. He knew everything about me, which was a little creepy.
"Don't feel weird about your past. At least you didn't come from a mental hospital." I heard him say with a cold voice.
"I'd say that's even with living in a witch academy. What did you do to get in there anyways?"
"I'd rather not say. I did something righteous, but yet ruthless."
The damaged door opened and two workers came in. It must have been morning. Sadow looked blank, his eyes soon closed and he was flat on the ground. He was drugged too. "Well.....Comet, may we escort you to your room?" One of them asked. I stood up and soon fell to the ground again, retrying once more with the same outcome.
"You were pretty fired up yesterday. Your body is probably sore and hurt bad. That's why we came to help you."
"Listen, I currently don't like you people here, so think again if you think I'll let you escort me. I can get there myself." I growled. I stood, shaken but standing. I slowly walked out of the room and found a door leading towards the office.
After I was back in the hall, I found one of my classrooms. My elements class, it must have been early in the morning. I peeked into the room and found it full with hyper kids yelling and laughing. The teacher looked straight at me and gestured me to come meet him. I struggled to cross the room towards him. Without hesitation he said "So, some reports were ran from your testing and Sadow and you will be receiving special elements. There will be others soon, it's only the second day and we're a little behind. I mustn't speak of the element around your classmates for their specialties may let them hear the plan. Anyways you missed Coptic language and should probably go ask about it."
"You and your little buddies are going pretty fast here with drugging people and I hope you don't mind if I asked a few questions. Well I have many, but I'd rather not ask you because those are for the professionals here, sorry. First of all, why the hell am I learning a dead language? I'm not going to usually use it in our modern society." I asked this teacher who was obviously in on something.
" For security purposes, and...." he replied. I waited...and he finished, "the reason you're here."
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The One Word Theory
Science FictionA boy who lives in the dark An animated girl full of life A boy with humble beginnings The silent screamer A grey eyed girl with two sides The only real fighters in an endless battle against one of their pasts.
