••••••Cas's P.O.V.••••••
I ran the final stretch of the obstetrical course. I grabbed the flag a few yards in front of the line as my friend Nikki drew closer. She teleported in front of me, taking the trophy. Running across the wall, she passed first.
"Haha!" She said, sticking out her tongue.
"Well i came in first for the rest of the courses, so gloat all you want, I let you win." I said with a smirk, pulling my glasses up and taking a sip from the water fountain nearby.
"Nah, im just better." Nikki replied, also pulling up her goggles.
The instructor wrote down our scores, along with the rest of our class mates. He called lunch, and we all headed off to the kitchen/dinging area. The GMCA holds about 500-600 kids from ages as young as 6 months at least, to the age of 19. Most graduate at the ages of 15-17. This year me and Nikki, along with about 25 others, will graduate. We don't know what will happen after that, but for the time being, we're doing our final training with the rest of the soon-to-be graduates.
We were in the dining area, standing in line waiting for lunch. I peered over to Nikki, who was standing in front of me, to see what was for lunch. I saw on one of the instructors plate a glob of what seemed to be.... casserole (ewwwww) onto one of my classmates plates.
We got to the front of the line, got our lunch, (again... EWWW), and sat down together. We started to talk for a bit, about graduation and stuff, until our instructors blew a whistle signaling us to head to our next class/course. Nikki and I are in all of the same groups, so we head to the pool with about twenty or so other people (a smaller group than normal). Then, Nikki tapped my shoulder and wispered,
"I'll race you to the finish line"
"Fine, but the winner gets the others dessert" I replied, as I pulled down my glasses and she fastened her goggles. The course was set so each player was in a pair, and got to choose their partner. Nikki and I squared up at the line.
"Three... Two...... One.... GO!" Said our instructor.
We dashed from the line. Seeing a small space up ahead, I quickly turned into a raven, fitting between the small space with no difficulty. Nikki just jumped over the wall, and started to run on the ceiling. Seeing as the ceiling was mostly clear of obstacles in this stretch, I flew up and followed her. I looked over, and she smirked, as she teleported to the other side of the wall. Having quick instincts, I shape-shifted into a mouse and fell through a small hole leading to the other side. I started to lead, so I sifted back into my natural state. Then, just as I began to fly, Nikki grabbed me by the collar, and teleported to the beginning of the course with me, and teleported back. Looking back and reliving what happened, I saw a few feathers falling from the heat during the teleportation. Getting angry, I turned into an eagle and flew at my top speed. I finnaly caught up after about seven seconds, and sifted into a snake. I went under her feet before she had time to react, thus tripping her. Taking back human form, I ran the last stretch as Nikki tried to teleport, but not soon enough. I crossed the line before her, and Nikki started to burst out laughing. So I did too. We continued to laugh until she said,
"Yeah, I'm not gonna give you my desert.", teleporting a few feet away as I chased her. We kept playing around until the rest of the groups passed the line. We then went off to normal educational classes, and continued the rest of the day as normal. At about 5:00pm, we were again released for dinner and free time, which lasted until about 9:00-9:30, depending on the mood of our instructors. This time it was chopped up steak, tortillas, beans, and rice. We all were starving after a long day of training, and scarfed down our food in a matter of minutes. After cleaning up our mess, Nikki and I decided to go down to the pool and swim a bit, in hope of letting my wings feel better after teleporting, and Nikki loosening up her muscles after teleporting so much. We swam from about 5:30 to 6:15, until a late-night class had to kick us out.
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