The Academy: Ashland

The Attack

A/N: Okay so, I think this scene is crappy... I am actually starting to dislike this story, but this is a first draft so I will continue! If you have made it this far in the story, I congratulate you. Also, please excuse my crappy French... Comments are welcome!

            We were packing up when they showed up. There were five of them, dressed in black, two women and three men, all but one looked like adults. They all wore long sleeve shirts and their right sleeves were rolled up to reveal identical scars on their forearms.

            What the hell?

            “What the hell?” Jackson said. (Obviously, we had the same thoughts, but his brain-to-mouth filter was slightly less effective than mine. Poor kid.)

            Trip grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind Seth, towards him and Kelsey, “What are you doing here?” Seth asked, glaring at the five adults.

            “We just came to visit,” a green eyed man with shaggy brown hair said. “We wanted to see how you’ve been and make sure you’re doing okay.”

            “Right, because you’re worried about our well being and crap,” Seth said as Kelsey poked my arm and whispered, “Sam Westin. He has a son at the Academy.”

            “We aren’t worried,” a dark skinned woman said. “We’re curious. How’s Drew doing?”

            “We wouldn’t know,” Kelsey said as Trip whispered, “Tamara Barnes, don’t let her too close. She can paralyze you.”

            A brown haired, brown eyed woman stared at Kelsey for a moment before she turned to me and raised an eyebrow, “You must be Ashland,” she said. “I’m Sarina Fray.”

            Seth glared at Sarina and stepped in front of Kelsey, Trip and I, “Fermez la baiseetrester à l'écart,” he said with a glare. (Once again, kids ask before you google words you don’t recognize, especially our French.)

            “Don’t be rude, Seth. It’s not polite to curse at people, your mother taught you better,” a dark haired man with olive skin said.

            “James Portwood,” Kelsey whispered as everyone glared at the man.

            I raised my eyebrow, “The same-”

            “Yes,” Trip whispered.

            I nodded and slammed James Portwood with my mind, making him fall to the ground, “I don’t like you,” I said as all of the kids laughed.

            Tamara Levin rolled her eyes, “Of course you don’t.”

            Kelsey and Trip grinned as I slammed Tamara into a tree with my mind, “Shut up,” I said as her head hit the tree and she fell to the ground, unconscious.

            The buff blond teenager that showed up with the adults laughed, “She’s awesome. I like her.” He winked at me, “I’m Austin Roux.”

            I grinned, “I like me too,” I said.

            Camron groaned, “Ash, you’re supposed to slam him into a tree, not flirt with him.”

            “But he’s nice,” I mumbled.

            “Ash!” Jackson said.

            I sighed, “Sorry,” I said before I slammed Austin into a tree.

            Sarina glared at us as she and Sam pulled out their guns, “Brat,” she said before they both started shooting.