Our School For The Gifted

Chapter One: Entrance

Chapter One: Entrance

I walked down a long hallway, twiddling my thumbs, nervously. To my left was my new Co-worker, May Thira. "I don't know about this, May.. I'm really nervous." I grabbed her hand, worrying about my first day on the job. "Calm down, Roxanne." She pat my head with her free hand. "You're going to do just great." Her attempts to reassure me were failing, completely. I suddenly stopped walking with her, turning around to leave. "I have to get outta here!" I panicked. 

May quickly turned around, grabbing my hand, and pulled me forward. "You are not leaving, You are staying with me..." She stomped, yanking me to walk with her. "May, c'mon! This is ridiculous! You know that I'm scared of people.. " I tried to pry her strong fingers off of my wrist. 

She faced me, a heavy frown plastered on her face. "Damn it, Roxanne! I'm only trying to help you face your fears, and get these students a great teacher!" May lifted me over her shoulder, carrying me through the hallway. I began praying to the Gods and Goddesses for mercy, and bravery. I've always been shy, I never like crowds of people. 

Seconds later, we arrived to our destination; Classroom 4d. I could hear the rowdy students inside, holding various conversations. May placed me in front of her, and sighed. "Either we do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice, Roxanne." She crossed her arms, guarding any way of escape. I wanted to try magic on her, but realized that she could easily deflect that with hers. I sighed in defeat, "Easy way.." I said. May grinned, and opened the door. "Alright then! C'mon in." She grabbed my hand, pulling me inside the classroom.

As soon as we walked inside the classroom, the room fell silent. May was high authority, and the students knew it. I hid behind her, shaking nervously. May cleared her throat, "Students of Classroom 4d. As you already know, Miss Sinclair is no longer your Teacher, due to an unfortunate encounter with a Master Spell Keeper." She said, in dismay. The students also looked if they were saddened with her news. "But, after searching for what seemed like an eternity, I have come across a new possible Teacher." She moved out of the way, revealing my hiding spot. 

"This is Miss Jones. Yes, she's a little shy. But, I assure you, she is one fantastic teacher." I looked up at the many eyes that stared directly at me. "H-Hello.." I smiled, weakly, staring past them at the back wall. Some students smiled and waved at me, others really didn't seem to care. "Well, then.. I guess I shall be taking my leave.. Goodbye, everyone." May started to leave, but I quickly grabbed her hand. 'Don't leave me here alone.' I spoke to her through our mental link we had established, earlier. 

'You'll be fine, Roxanne.... Just get to know them." She said, smiling back at me.

'I'm begging you, Don't leave!' I pleaded, she sighed.

'I have to report back to my Classroom, now... I gotta go, Roxanne." She pulled my hand off hers and left the classroom. 

'Good luck.' She said in my mind, as she walked to her classroom. Classroom 4a. One student spoke up from behind me, startling me. "Miss Jones? If I may ask, How old are you?" He asked. I slowly, turned to face him and the other students.

The boy stood, his blond hair covering his forehead. His hands were balled into fist and his face was a bright red, as if he was blushing in complete embarrassment. I watched as he rushed back to his seat, but tripped in the process. Me and the class giggled a bit, before it got quiet again.

I rubbed my arm. “How old do I look?” I asked. “That’s a question for everyone..”

Many people raised their hands. I grabbed the chalk and started to write their guesses on the chalkboard. 34, 56, 23, 22, 27, 19, 18, 36, 20 and many more. Minutes later, I counted the numbers and found that 34 was the most guessed number. I turned to face the class, a sly grin on my face. "Final answer?" I asked. Some people looked at each other, nervously. A few nodded, having strong belief in their answer. And, most shook their head 'no'..

I smiled, and made a 'incorrect buzzer' sound. Many students made sounds of displeasure, but few had exclaimed 'Yes!'. I folded my arms, frowning slightly. "Do I really look that old?" I asked, students nodding. "I'm actually 20 years of age.. And, I wanted to see if any of you knew the Truth Spell." Someone raised their hand, in complete confusion.

"What's the Truth Spell?" They asked. I erased the no longer needed wrriting on the chalkboard, and began writing some notes. 

"The Truth Spell- Or as I like to call it, TS Plus One Is used for finding out information on someone, something and somewhere. Higher lever SpellBinders can use this on other SpellBinders, without disturbing them. They can also not leave a trace, when performing this Spell. SpellBinders can also deflect this spell if it is used on them by a lower level, or someone the same level as them."  

I turned to face my students, everyone had equiped a pencil, paper, and eraser. Their pencils danced on their papers at various speeds. After a few minutes of writing, more students had raised their hands. I chose a girl this time, she stood in the front of the lecture hall seats. 

"Miss Jones, How did you learn to control your spells? And, could you show us one of the ones you learned?" She asked, retreating back to her seat.

I made some space on the chalkboard and began to draw a diagram. A table, chair, and various desks scattered across the chalkboard. I then drew a girl in the middle of the clutter, several students giggled at my bad drawing skills. I move out the way of the board, and turn to face my class.

"I need a volunteer.." I began, "Would anyone like to join" A sinister grin painted on my face. My elder teacher, Mrs. Birchwood, would do the same thing to my small class. A young, raven-haired girl with rimless glasses walked up right next to me. Her ruby eyes flashed at me, then looked away. I sighed, as long as she trusts me..

I threw her up into the air. "...Rise. " A bubble covered her, and the rest of the students watched in awe. My hand kept the bubble from falling to the ground. The young girl started to freak out, gasping for air, and trying to pop the bubble. "Relax... You are fine. This is a safety bubble, and there's plenty of air." She only sat down and tried to melt the bubble. I let her go, and she landed on her feet. Stomping up to me with her hands balled into fist, the girl slightly smaller than me looked me dead in the eyes. "Next time, warn someone if you're going to trap them in a bubble, okay?" She spoke with a serious tone, and I nod. "Would you like to try again, this time with no bubble?" I asked, and she accepts my offer.

I lift her into the air, throw her and start to move the desk in front of her. "The entire point of the training is to make sure your partner doesn't touch the ground.. Use anything you can." The girl jumped off and I slid a giant book underneath her. "This is so cool!" She squeaked, front-flipping onto another book I placed for her. The students began to warm up to the idea.

"Ooh, I wanna try!" 

"Me! Me, next!!"

"Dude, did you see when she threw her into the air?"

After a little more of the 'training', the raven-haired girl went back to her desk and I went into full detail about the meaning behind my training. But, I felt the need to adress something very important.

"Please, I will say this now. Do not use this power to inflict any damage toward your fellow Students, or us teachers. I say this now because all of you are different. Whether it be your background, progress in your studies, your strength, whatever the case may be. The thing I know is you're all here right now, which makes you equal. So please, if there is anything wrong do no hesitate to contact me." The bell ringing abruptly made me not only lose my train of thought but jump behind my desk. The students laughed.

"Heh, Class Dismissed."

Chapter One: End