Most teenagers have anxiety about orientation whether it's because they're new or because they feel deep inside that this is the first step towards something more. But most teens don't feel like they're about to die, like all the oxygen in the world has been sucked into a black hole, like all the water in the world is in their eyes and it's taking all their energy to stop the tears from falling, no gushing down until it drowns them. This isn't a normal case of first day jitters, this is something worse this is a blocked memory, a mystery that ended in death three years ago.
They say that they didn't think I would make it, that they were lucky they didn't lose the both of us. "Sometimes we just can't control it and sometimes it consumes us", they said. The way they said it made it seem like it was simple, we can't always control our gifts and sometimes when we can't we burn out. When I would wake up screaming my dad would tell me that even when a star burns out we can still see them shining from earth, Elliot was just one of those stars. And that he would be OK because there was a mass of stars to keep him company. Just like those stars the memory of that day was far away, but close enough to feel it slip through my fingertips every time I wake up.
Sometimes I see glimpses, I can hear the wind whistling, feel gravity smash my body to the ground, I can taste the copper in my mouth and smell the blood mixing with the dust. But its like trying to finish a large puzzle when all of the pieces are cut in half, damn near impossible. Elliot was my older brother and the day he died he was supposed to be starting to change the world. At least that's how Madrakon Academy promotes their school, the first step to a lifetime of changing the world for the better. But something went wrong during testing, they spent months trying to understand what but when it ended there was nothing left but dust and me.
So as I stand outside the white box and as I stare at the professionals trained to help us discover our powers I can't help but feel like that white box is my coffin and they're the funeral procession. But with all my fears there's a part of me that hopes that being in this coffin will help me remember what happened that day.
Before I could dwell more on those thoughts Mrs.Vanderwell began speaking, "Welcome to Madrakon Academy my name is Mrs. Vanderwell and I'm the headmaster. During your orientation you will first be tested followed by a tour, your group leaders will then take you to center stage to get your school supplies and then you are dismissed. When your name is called on the projector please step into your designated containment boxes and follow the instructions of your testers. Failure to do so may result in severe punishment. Many of our returning students and faculty will be in the containment boxes with you to help control the situation if your gifts get out of hand. If you hear a siren and see red lights flashing please step out of the way for the medical professionals and stand near a force field pole which will automatically shield you when eminent danger is present. As I'm sure you have all been told your gifts are not toys to play with, they have the power to cause harm, we here at Madrakon Academy take issues relating to this very seriously do not test us. Testing will begin shortly. I hope you all enjoy your orientation and I hope to see you all on the first day of school."
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