The School For Gifted Kids

Prologue: Willa

"Willow Mary Anne Solomon!" The screech of Aunt Nanda made me jump thirteen feet. Even though I was in the family's  room, her obnoxious voice sounded like it came from right beside me.  I may have even peed my pants a bit. "Your room is a mess, young lady!" 

I screamed. She was right behind me!

For a plump woman, she moved pretty darn fast. "Aunt Nanda, I told you not to do that! Besides, it's summer. I'll clean it later." I waved her away. "Now please be quiet. I'm watching a movie." She grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. "Hey, I was watching that!" She started walking away. "Then I guess you don't want your letter."

I whipped my head around.  "Who's it from?" She slid up her glasses to look at the return address. 

"Dunno, just has a fancy coat of arms. Might have to do with your birthday. You're turning thirteen in two months." Taking the envelope,  I tore it open and read:

Hello, Willow.
We have accepted your application to attend The School For Gifted Kids, submitted on February second, 2002 by Thomas and Rachel Solomon.
As you know, SGK is boarding  school  in the Rocky Mountains, so pack warm clothes. Please be at gate A nine, on September 1st, at 9:15, at Edmonton airport. All expenses have already been paid.  We supply all materials.
Sincerely,

Principal Lento
EPA

"Aunt Nanda, Aunt Nanda! Read this!" She quickly scanned it with sea green eyes. I beamed wide. "They're still alive! Mum and Dad are still alive!" 

Aunt Nanda dropped her head and sighed, hugging me close. "Honey, look at the date. It was before the accident. The year you were born, to be exact. This place must be special if they wanted you to be there when you were a baby," she pulled back, tears in her eyes. "I'll miss you. The first day is just under two months away. You'd better get packing."