Sam watched in horror as Damien’s face disintegrated before her eyes, his pronouncements of love drowned out by a shrill and insistent beeping. Opening her eyes, the horror continued, with Sam finding her surroundings utterly unfamiliar. Pushing aside her annoyance at finding her dreams of her long-time schoolyard crush interrupted, she tried to focus on the issue at hand. Her purple floral bedspread had been replaced by a dull blue, and her bedroom appeared to have shrunk, leaving room for only a wardrobe, desk and bed, none of which she recognised. The beeping came from a small speaker above a door opposite the wardrobe, which opened to reveal an officious, dark haired girl her own age.
‘Hurry up! The bell has been going for 15 minutes! The headmaster is expecting me to bring you over right now and you’re not even dressed!’
Looking at the end of her bed, Sam observed a uniform of sorts, consisting of a short, plaid skirt, white shirt, and navy jumper.
‘Well, come on! I’ll be back in 2 minutes!’
‘Wait! Wha-‘
She was interrupted by the door closing as the mystery girl left the small room. With no other option obvious to her and curious for an explanation, Sam reluctantly changed from her pyjamas into the uniform.
Exactly 2 minutes later, she found herself being lead to an office door. Entering, at the insistence of her escort, who had otherwise remained silent and immune to all pleas and questions, she was greeted by a short, balding man.
‘Sit down, Samantha! Make yourself comfortable.’
Though fearing she had been kidnapped by a paedophile with a school girl fetish, Sam thanked him and sat, awaiting answers.
‘I’m sure you are currently quite confused. Allow me to explain. My name is Professor Bell, and I am the headmaster here at Evalyn Prep. Evalyn is a prepatory college for young ladies that aims to develop the special abilities of a select portion of the population born with talents particularly unique of the human condition that would make them targets of government and media attention and, possibly, persecution. You are one of them.’
‘Er…okay.’
‘AT the age of 16, these abilities present themselves. You were identified as a future Evalyn student at birth, due to your parentage, and, following your birthday yesterday, were relocated overnight with the consent of your parents. Your mother was a proud Evalyn student, though it is unlikely you will share identical abilities. A wide variety exists, which you will be tested for today. Following identification, a unique training program will be devised to teach you to develop and control your abilities safely and effectively.’
‘Right.’
‘Dubious? Never mind. Your doubts will no doubt be assuaged during the testing process.’
‘It’s not painful, is it?’
‘Not usually.’
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After an hour of attempting to complete ridiculous and meaningless trials of mental and physical abilities she did not have, including absurdly difficult memory tasks, having things thrown at her and trying to predict the behaviour of strangers, Professor Bell was called in to the dojo.
The team of ‘specialists’ who had been testing her gathered with the Professor for an intense discussion, ceasing with a few words from the Professor that caused the team to fall silent and turn to give Sam a few critical glances, making her both uncomfortable and suspicious.
A few moments later, he walked over to where she sat on a plastic fold out chair.
‘Samantha.’
‘Yes?’
‘The team say they’ve tested you for every ability without a match.’
‘Er…Have I failed?’
‘They left one out, but it’s incredibly rare and only known to have appeared twice before.’
‘Okay?’
‘The testing process is slightly awkward, but I assure you, our motives are purely professional.’
Sam was becoming very nervous.
The professor turned to a member of the team behind him, gesturing one to come forward and stand before Sam. He then turned to her, nodding at the man as he asked,
‘Would you mind?’
‘Mind what?’
‘Kissing him’.
Sam just gaped. The man appeared only a little older than she, about 19, with dark brown hair and green eyes. In other circumstances, he may even have rivalled Damian in the looks department, but she was not kissing a stranger. She’d only kissed one other boy before, a dare on summer camp last year, and she was certainly not keen for number two.
Maybe the professor really was a pervert.
‘No! Oh my god, I’m leaving.’
The professor looked her in the eyes, adopting a serious expression.
‘I’m afraid we can’t allow that. If you do possess this ability, it could prove highly dangerous to both you and those around you.’
Sam stared at him. He was truly mad. She decided to just do it and hoped the creep would then leave her alone.
Sighing, shrugged her shoulders in defeat and moved towards Mr Green Eyes, whose expression had remained neutral the entire time.
She placed her arms around his neck and leaned forward.
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