So this is the prologue to my story. First time writing here. The prologue is in third person but every thing after will be in first person.
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It is the end of January, the end of first semester in Havenport Academy. The beginning of second semester and the start of it....
Mr. Rite the principal of Havenport Academy (a private school which only lets sons and daughters of the past students attend) was working on some files searching for someone, when the short blonde secretary came in and handed him a note and whispered, "Will second semester start next week?" he responded, "Yes, make a flyer for the ninth graders for an assembly on Friday." She nodded and left the office. Then came in a fourteen-year old girl with brown wavy hair that reached shoulder length and wore the school uniform, a white polo shirt with navy blue pants, she came in quietly and asked, " Mr. Rite, Mr. Otto asked if Samantha Anderson is ok? I ... was going to the nurse's office but he said you would know." Mr. Rite responded calmly, "Yes she is well." She nodded and was about to leave the room when he said, "Ms. Frost could you take the flyer that Ms. Wood has and send it to the copy room on your way back to class?" She nodded and left.
First person starts here
Today is finally Friday last day before the weekend. This week has been tiring we have had finals throughout the whole week but yesterday they ended. I don't understand why we still have to go to school today. We should have had a three day weekend, but instead we have to get our second semester schedule and go to an assembly, what is worse is that this is only for ninth graders while the rest of the school gets to stay home. I should have expected this, I was the one who read the flyer first. They said they added a class, that means we have to stay one more hour in school. Oh well, this is high school even though its named Havenport Academy.
"Last name please," said Ms. Wood.
"Frost," I responded as she shuffled through papers
"First name."
" Charlotte" I said and she handed me my schedule.
Yes, I am Charlotte Frost, but my friends call me Charlie, or Charles or even Chuck. As I read my schedule I noticed everything seemed the same in the schedule except there was one more class which said, "Elective" I was still confused but I guess the assembly will explain everything. And so I waited for my friends. First came my short friend Magdalena, or Max for short. Behind her came her equally short brother Matthew, but we call him Mat. They were twins and they hated to be told that they looked a like, but they do. They both had the same black curly hair and were short compared to everyone else. Behind them came running the always cheerful Elizabeth, or Liz. She was another of my closest friends, she is the most optimistic person I know. She was taller than the twins and me and had brown pin straight hair with a hot pink streak on one side.
We all decided to get seats in the back so when can talk without them hearing us. We were talking about the sleepover. Max had been planning a small sleepover today and Saturday. We weren't sure yet if that was going to happen because I still had to ask my parents I asked them yesterday and they said they would think about hopefully today they would say yes.
I was surrounded by the chattering of the class still wondering why we got the extra class. Then the principal, Mr. Rite, went up to the podium and started to test the microphone.
"Students please quiet down," he said, but we all keep talking. "Fine the more you talk, the more we stay here and you won't be able to go home."
We finally stopped talking. "Okay so you might all be wondering why the extra class so now I'll tell you. The reason is that as you all know the school only lets you in because of your parents and probably by now your parents have told about what you will soon be able to do."
In that instance I finally understood everything. A few years ago my parents had a talk with me, not the talk but a talk. My brother and sister were in the ninth grade when they started to act weird. And it wasn't the thing that happens to teenagers, like the whole "You don't understand me!" thing that everyone says when there in puberty. It was different then my parents explained that they're getting their powers, some sort of paranormal abilities. Of course I didn't believe them until my older sister Janet started to lift things with her mind, in other words she had telekinesis. Then my brother had telekinesis too. My parents expect me to have it now I guess.
My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Rite dismissed us to go home. I missed his whole speech about classes because I got distracted in my thoughts. "So what do you think you can do?" asked Liz to us as we walked out of the auditorium. We all shrugged. "Ughh, how could you not know? I bet Charlie will have telekinesis like her family and Mat and Max will probably have the same thing their parents have and I will...uuuh... I don't know what I will do but I don't care if it's a mystery it'll probably be more fun." she said with a smile. The reason she didn't know was because she is adopted. Her parents died one year after she was born and it took a lot of searching for the school to find her. So her adopted parents don't really know what she will be able to do.
"By the way Charlie could we give you a ride home so you can ask your parents if your gonna go to the sleepover and if they say yes we can start the sleepover early?" asked Max. "Yeah that sounds good" I answered. "Great, oh look our mom is here we can go right now. Are you going Liz?" asked Max as she waved to the gray van "Yeah I already have everything in my backpack. I just need to make a few calls... Wait at what time are your parents leaving?" said Liz with a suspicious smile on her. "Their leaving at 5:30 to go to some company dinner and they'll probably be back at 12:30, they said its almost two hours on the freeway. Why?" "Oh I'll tell you later" Liz said as she grabbed her phone and started to text. And we all got inside the van.
