The Company

Chapter One- It Really Doesn't Start Too Depressing

The whole ordeal started out like this.

"Okay, now stick out your tongue and say 'ah.'"

I know, I know, that doesn't sound right. Trust me, my story is going somewhere.

I cocked an eyebrow. "This is for a bloody nose, not a flu!"

"Well, I'm sorry Michael, it's protocol, and it's not my fault you keep getting hit by footballs or whatever's in the air!"

I shrugged. "Hey, they fly into me!"

You're probably wondering what that whole scene in the nurse's office was all about. Well, I'll tell you. That was an hour before They came.

The nurse sent me out with a tissue in my nostrils and and a pain in my head. Of course, that was my normal day here at the Academy. I was more nearsighted than a mole in the brightest light with no eyes, and even so, I refused to wear glasses. At least I wore contacts, but they were the most uncomfortable contacts in the world that didn't even work. To be honest, I would've been better wearing binoculars then the contacts.

I don't know what it was about the Academy, but something was always flying through the air, and that thing was always hitting me in the face. Always. But I'm getting off the point, aren't I?

The loudspeakers gave off feedback, which didn't help my headache. It blared like crazy, piercing into my ears and pretty much stabbing  straight into my soul.

"Hello students! We have an assembly in the gym after classes are done. Be warned, this is a mandatory meeting, meaning all activities directly after school have been canceled. Thank you!"

I rolled my useless eyes. Seriously? This day can't get any worse, can it?

But I couldn't finish that thought. You can guess why.

Sorry, you guessed wrong. It was a tennis ball to the face right where I had just gotten slammed.

That resulted in me mentally screaming a lot of words that could get me kicked out of the Academy, and oh, were there some bad ones.

I ran straight back to the nurse and pointed at my nose. I really didn't need an explanation at this point.

"Again?" the nurse sighed. "You know, I hate how I keep having to wait on you hand and foot every time you get slammed in the face. You're in here so much, this is practically your second dorm!"

I rolled my eyes. "I keep telling you, you think I want to keep getting slammed in the face?"

"Get some better eyes, kid," the nurse snapped. "Wear your contacts at least. But the next time you get slammed by a ball, locker, fist, or something else, don't come to me!"

"You say that every time!" I chuckled, putting my hand on my nose, then realizing it was a dumb idea as it caused me to wince. The nurse scoffed at my pain, and I stuck out my tongue to her. She returned the glance.

I was out again with an ice pack, more head pain, and even more tissues up my nose. As much as I liked the Academy, I hated the other students. Honestly, for a school for the talented, everyone in the Academy was a lunatic. 

I mean, it's not like I was sane either.

I always hated going to class. Everyone hated me, including the teachers. There was really only one kid that liked me, and I had only one class with him. That guy was named Blaine LaMarke.

He was a lot taller than me, but then again, most people were. He had messy blonde hair that always stuck up near his ears, making him look like he had horns. He needed glasses too, but for some reason he wore sunglasses to cover his blue eyes, even indoors. He insisted that it made him look cool,  although I just thought it made him look like a blind kid, which he actually seemed proud of whenever I brought it up. He insisted that they were prescription sunglasses, but I had no idea.