Mr. Johnson's Academy For The Superbly Strange~ Book One Of The Ultimates Series

Chapter 3: Lunch

The first half of the day wasn't that eventful- except one thing. I noticed that Danielle was a more of a popular person (she doesn't act like it, though). All the guys flock to her like a moth to a flame.

Let's just go with I'm not that popular. I managed to make friends with a kid a couple years younger than me (I think he's about ten) named Leo.

Kids of all ages are in Power Studies, so that's where I met Leo, but everybody is the same age in all the core classes.

I was in Biology, where I sit next to Danielle, when something weird happened.

"Psst." I heard her say to my left. She was saying it in my general direction, but I assumed that she was talking to someone else. I'm not only the new kid, but the only kid without a power.

"Hey," I didn't say anything, "Steven!"

"What?"

"Meet me at lunch. I think I can help you with finding out about your past."

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As I entered the cafeteria I kept my eyes peeled for Danielle. To be honest, it wasn't really that hard. She stood out against everybody else, especially me.

I set my lunch tray down next to hers and sat down.

"So what do you know about my past?" I asked her as I sat down.

"Really? That's how you introduce yourself?" She asked.

"Well sorry, I'm just really curious."

"So," She said, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes, "I recognize your accent."

"Accent? What accent?"

"You don't notice it because, well, it's you. Okay, so I was born and raised in Montreal, and we got a lot of tourists from lots of places- specifically from the Ottawa area- or what we call Ottawa Valley."

"Ottawa?"

"The capital of Canada."

"So you think I'm Canadian?" I asked.

"And from the Ottawa Valley."

"Have you ever tried to look for your family?" She looked down for a while. I could tell this was a touchy subject.

"Well, Mr. J doesn't let us see our family. But he says it's for our own good."

"So how about my power? Are we able to find out what that is?"

"They usually show up when you're nine or ten years old. It's weird that yours haven't showed themselves yet."

"I hope they do," I muttered, "Or other kids just might kill me."

"If you want, you can stick around with me and my friends. We can make sure nobody gets to you."

I was tempted to say that I could fend for myself, but the truth was: I couldn't. I was like a mouse surrounded by cats. I was completely helpless against these people.

I smiled, "Yes, and thank you."

"Anytime," Danielle smiled, like she invited strangers to hang out with her friends everyday.

A bell rang and Danielle got up, "See you later Steven," She started walking away, then added "Good luck." I assumed that she meant surviving in this place. And I guess I really needed it.