Kinda Normal, Kinda Not (On Hold for Rewriting)

Chapter Three: Welcome to The Academy

"Who are you? Where is this? My mom- Oh no, I left her back there! You have to help me!" I started to say. I start to repeat the same thing over and over again. "My mom is back there. Please help me go get her, my mom-"

"Phoebe," he started, softly. "You're safe. It's all that matters..." He trails off, a sympathetic look in his eyes. That was the look I saw a policeman give my neighbor once, when he told her that her husband had been shot and killed. Why was he giving me that look now? My mom couldn't possibly be-

"No, no, no. This must be a dream, yes, it's all a dream!" I said, feeling laughter bubbling up from my chest. The man's expression remained the same. I started to giggle hysterically. I felt my hand moving up to my other arm and begin pinching, like in the stories I read. The stories of girls like me, denying everything that's happening and trying to wake up. Just like me. 

Soon, my arm started bleeding from the pinching. The tears that I shed began to dry. I looked up to the man and pointed my bloody fingers at him.

Shakily, I wiped my face and said, "H-how do you know who I-I am? How d-do you even know what happened to my m-mom?!"  The man raised his hand and beckoned me forward. What do I have to lose? I thought as I moved forward. I decided to blindly trust this man, since her could either be a friend or foe. I hoped for friend.

"Phoebe, my dear, it's not safe to discuss here. It's more secure on the Academy campus." 

Then, the weirdest thing happened. The bookcase to the right of the man's desk disappeared.  As in, poof, gone. The image of the bookcase slowly faded out, and then it was like it wasn't there all along. Like it never belonged in that spot. Behind the no-longer-there bookcase was a wall with beautiful patterned wallpaper that matched the rest of the room. Right in front of my eyes, an outline of a door started by the upper corners and ended at the floor. And then BAM, insta-door. The man, who I still didn't know the name of, just opened and walked through the door, like it was and everyday occurrence.

It was later when I realized that it was, in fact, an everyday occurrence.

"That's a door," I said stupidly. He turned around, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Keep going, child." He said encouragingly. I followed him, still unsure of what I just saw. It was a bookcase. Then the bookcase went bye-bye. A door materialized.

That sums it all up.

We walked through a maze of various locked door. The man seemed to do this effortlessly as if he's done it his whole life. After a few very confusing minutes, we stopped in front of huge oak doors, intricately carved with some kind of logo. I turned to him, puzzled. Were we just going to stand here? He made no move to actually open the door.

Instead, he leaned over and spoke into an intercom, which I didn't notice before. The heavy-looking doors swung open with ease, and the sudden bright light made me squint. In a few seconds, my eyes adjusted and I stared out in awe of the sight in front of me. Everything made me forget the heaviness in my legs and the pain on my arm. The room I entered looked like some high-class hotel lobby, the ones I looked at that reminded me that I couldn't get out of the house. Yeah, those ones. The area had chandeliers, pretty carpets, a nice and polished reception desk, and even the bell cart that pulled luggage. The whole works.

The mysterious, kind man brought my attention back to him when he cleared his throat. 

"Phoebe, this may sound strange to you, but you are a Frost. You're from a very powerful line of ice users." He paused, letting this new information sink in. "Phoebe Frost, I welcome you to, L'Academie Des Supernaturals; The Academy of Supernaturals."

I stare at him blankly. "My last name is Jackson."

"Out of all the things you can get out of that-" He began, then stopped. "You're not going to freak out, or say I'm crazy?"

"To be honest, I'm really tired. I'll believe anything right about now." 

"Ah. I'll explain everything later, but right now, let's head to my office- Phoebe?!" He exclaims, panicked. I'm so tired. I feel myself getting closer to the ground. Faintly, I registered strong arms wrap around me, stopping my fall.

 "...got her," an unfamiliar voice says. I opened my eyes briefly to see different colored ones. I recognize them as the pair I was chasing after.

"Cat.?" I whisper, falling back into unconsciousness. I can barely hear an answer as I'm slipping further and further away. I manage, though, to hear the soft reply.

"That's me."

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EDIT: It's really hard to do this rewriting thing when you give yourself nothing to work with. Sigh. 

Anyways, thank you for reading up to this point! Every single read that moves along means a lot to me. ;D

A/N: Sorry my chapters are so short! Please comment! I really Want to know your opinions!!