The Flawed Test

Chapter 2

     "Aaaand there." I said to myself as I packed up all my things for the Academy. My mom stepped into the room and gave me a goodbye hug and kiss, and wished me good luck. I stepped outside and waited for the government official that was supposed to pick me up and drive me there. I waited and waited, and 30 minutes late and all, a black car with tinted windows pulled up. (Just like how they show it in TV shows.)

     "Hello, Kale. My name is Sharyl. I will be your escort to AONT." She said, sort of robotically. (Wow, they actually abbreviated it to the AONT. Didn't expect that.)

     "Okay." I responded shortly, and stepped into the vehicle. The car ride is what you might call living hell. On the highway to hell. Haha. Puns. It wasn't hell because of a rocky road or carsickness, no. It was hell because of the 20 minute long speech Sharyl gave me about the Academy. Oh and I absolutely adored knowing how many rooms it included, excluding and including dorms. I definitely found the fact that there were 97 courses to take pertinent to my life. I really cared about the tungsten lifting bars in the gym that weighed over 4,000 pounds. Oh wait, that last part was actually pretty cool. But other than that, all of the information was pointless and useless. I only payed attention to a few, actually important information.

     Neuropsy can form into five different types. Offence, healing, enhancing, entrancing, and defensive. To train each, you must train your brain. If you use too much neuropsy at once, you brain will implode. (Nice to know about death, right?) Lastly, neuropsy is pronounced nyur-oh-sigh, not -nyur-op-see. Mistake on my part.

     "Lastly, lunch will be served at 1:30 everyday. It's stupid to think lunch would be served at 12:00, because 12:00 isn't lunchtime. That's absolutely bogus." She finished.

     "Great, Now after all of that do I finally get to enter this weird Academy something or other?" I said, never thinking I would ever be begging to go to school.

     "Fortunately for you, we're almost there." She said, while turning around in the passengers seat. I looked out the window and saw a colossal gate opening to a ginormous metal building, with four floors, with a large building towering over the four floors that had a sign on it reading "dorms". We stepped out of the car and we walked slowly up to the two large doors to the school.

     "And fortunately for me," She started, staying parallel to the sentence she said to me earlier, "I'm not required by law to give you a full tour of the school. So have fun! Your dorm is nine G." And then the car squealed away, leaving me clueless. I figured I'd just walk up to my dorm, so I did. I walked up to the huge, towering dorm building and opened the door. The inside was surprisingly fancy with white walls and wooden frames around the doors. I walked up to an elevator in the middle and stepped in. I hit the button for floor nine and waited as the dings sounded in the elevator, and it went up the floors. I drug my super heavy luggage all the way to the seventh room, or G, as it was labeled. I walked in to an okay looking dorm. I was expecting a nasty, trashed dorm, but instead the wood flooring had a fresh finish on it and there was already a large dresser and a bed frame with a mattress on it. 

       After staring at the ceiling for half an hour, I finally got to unpacking my luggage. There wasn't much to unpack, so it didn't take very long. I decided to grow a pair and finally head down to the school to maybe get some information on where I was going, so once again, I was faced with the huge doors that led into the school. I pushed them open a crack and no one was in the hallways. I just assumed that it was class time so I followed some directional signs and got to the guidance counselor's office. 

     "Hello. My name is Mrs. Cruzita. I'm the guidance counselor at the Academy, if you  couldn't tell by the outside sign. I'm assuming since I don't know you you're a new student?" She asked,

     "Yeah. Kale Reed. I was kind of wondering what you guys are even doing right now. The supposed 'Sharyl' gave me like, no information, what so ever." I explained. 

     "Oh. Sharyl! She's always so vague and rude with the students. Here. I'll get you your schedule." She said, as she swiveled around on her office chair and shuffled through her papers. "And don't forget. Today is Neuropsy training testing day. They'll just test your skills and move on with the day. Shouldn't be too special. Good luck!" She said, and then shooed me out of the office.