Naturals

Welcome to Broadlinger Academy

         Before I know it I am on a private jet with Mr. Harries, as we make our way towards Belsbury, England.

            I think of the goodbye that I had with my mom, and I have to choke back a sob to make sure that I won’t cry.  I will miss her so much.

            Apparently I am starting at Broadlinger Academy tomorrow, which is just great because it is the middle of the school year.  Hello utter embarrassment of being the new kid.  

            I decide to close my eyes, and try to sleep away all of my worries.

            “Rory, Rory, it is time to get up, we have arrived in Belsbury,” my eyes flutter open to the sound of Mr. Harries voice.  I guess I had slept for the whole plane ride. 

            I nod and stretch before I slowly get out of the comfortable seat, and make my way to the exit of the plane. 

            The cool wind feels refreshing on my face, and I notice that there are tiny snowflakes falling from the sky that cover the broad and magnificent campus, which must be Broadlinger Academy.

            The school itself looks more like a palace, than a place for education.  Its roof towers high above where I stand.

            “Come Rory, we need to get you to your dorm,” Mr. Harries announces as he gestures me to follow him towards that school. 

            I gasp as I walk in the doors of the dorm building, inside it is much warmer, and there are students sitting around talking in what looks to be the main common room.  I try to shield my face so that they cannot see me.  Shy much?

            Mr. Harries walks swiftly towards an elevator.  We quickly slide in and he presses the third floor button.  There is an awkward silence before the elevator dings and the doors slide open, revealing a hall with tons of different doors that must lead to the dorm rooms.

            We walk down the quiet hall for quite a while before we stop at door 324 and Mr. Harries knocks on it.

            A girl with beautiful long flowing brown hair answers and gives me a warm friendly smile.  I smile back, trying to look friendly as well. 

            “Ms. Applebee, this is your dorm mate Rory.  I am sure that you will help and guide Rory around the school during her first days here,” Mr. Harries directs towards the girl.

            “Of course, Mr. Harries, no problem,” the girl says as she smiles, flashing her perfectly white teeth.

            With that Mr. Harries leaves us, and the girl pulls me into the room.

“Hi, I’m Susan, it’s nice to meet you,” Susan says in a friendly manner.

            “Hi, I’m Rory, you really do not have to show me around by the way it is totally fine,” I assure her, knowing that she wouldn’t want to schlep around the new kid.

            “Are you kidding? It would be my pleasure!” Susan exclaims.

            I smile at her.  Susan seems really nice maybe she and I can be friends.  At my last school I barely had any friends.  Well, they were all rich snobs, what can I say?  Maybe this is my chance to start over.

            “So what type of natural are you?” I ask suddenly very curious.

            “Oh I’m water,” Susan says, as to my astonishment she makes the water in a cup move into mid-air.

            “I guess I’m a Frost, so that makes us kind of related, right?” I ask sounding utterly stupid.

            “Yeah, basically our whole student body divides themselves into social groups pertaining to their gift, I think that it is crap though, we can all just be friends,” Susan explains shaking her head.

            I nod, but on the inside I am thinking of just how bazar this conversation is. 

            “So, what time does school start, and where is my uniform?” I question breaking the awkward silence.

            “Oh, it starts at 8:00 AM, but don’t worry my alarm will wake us up in time, and your uniform is on your bed,” she says as she points to a twin bed in the corner.

            “Well, you best get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow,” Susan yawns as she stretches her arms. She is obviously exhausted.  I glance at the clock and it is 10:30 PM.

            I nod and go into the bathroom to get ready, and I notice that on the mirror there is a sticky not that says: I (heart) Jack H.  I grin; it looks to me like Susan has a little crush.