Part one

I wrote this like forever ago and never updated it...I plan on trying to edit it and write more on the future.

Chapter one
Calgary street

Calgary street was none to be a shitty place. You see it was right next to the train station and all of the houses were broken down and dumpy. Yes I lived in one of those crappy houses. The rain pounded on the windows making it impossible to get to sleep so instead I grabbed my bag, my coat and opened the door. I walked across the street in my broken rain boots which at this point were just boots. I splashed violently across the street as my toes got soaked with dirty street water. The train station was ok it wasn't the wort part of the town but it wasn't the best. It was kind of falling apart and crumbling. I hopped over a fallen lamp post and sat down on one of the benches. Right at I sat down I saw a figure coming out from the station information booth. "Hey Scotty!" I yelled this at the top of my lounges trying really hard to wake all of these dumbasses up. "Morri? Why are you up so early?" "Oh just waiting for my train to St. Lucy's." "The fucking boarding school! That costs like 500 dollars per semester! How did you afford to get in?" He said this with a look of concussion slapped across him face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was opened slightly. He looked so stupid that I laughed at him. "What?" His expression got even more puzzled. "Dude I got a scholarship!" "Pshhhhh, alright, alright, respect." We both laughed out loud. He sat down next to me. "What're you doing you imp?" " I'm gonna see you off to school since your parents don't give a shit about you I will." The train arrived a few minutes later, I hoped on and waved to Scotty until I couldn't see him anymore. I than slumped down and cried. I'd kept it in long enough, I was gonna miss all those stupid, shitty people so much. Tears ran down my face and I cried until I finally passed out.

Chapter two
First days are always awkward

I was awoken by some loud noises, I opened my eyes and saw that some more kids had gotten on the train. They were all laughing and talking to each other. I looked to my right and flinched. Someone was sitting next to me just reading their book silently. She was really adorable. She had a pink bow in hair and a pretty pink dress. She had pink high heeled shoes and she was carrying a pink bag. I looked down at my clothes felling disappointed, I was wearing a blue shirt and just black shorts. Yeah. Then suddenly I heard the "bing" of my phone, I picked it up and the first text message that showed up was....MOM: Where the fuck are you Morri!....I sighed heavily trying my hardest not to curse out loud. I guess that the girl heard me because she looked up from her book. "What's wrong" she said this as she stared into space seeming lost in the stars. "Me are.." She cut me off as I tried to sputter out some words. "Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?" She laughed. She turned to me and said.."Hey, I'm Ignorance and no you cannot call me Iggy." I looked at her dumbfounded. "Oh I'm, I'm Morri." I said with my mouth half open. She smiled at me and then returned back to her book. I grasped my phone and scrolled through the thousands of angry text messages from my parents. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts bounce around my head. -I know I'm not worthless even though they say I am.- I know that everything's going to be ok.- When I opened my eyes it had seemed that I had gone deaf for I couldn't hear anything but I could see people bustling around the train car, grabbing their things and putting on their coats. So like the sheep I am I followed the pack onto the platform and then up the hill to the giant building. The sorting building. The sorting building was this giant huge place. This looking building which tons of towers. I could hear cries of pain and joy coming from within the building. Than all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand, I flinch and then heard a soft voice. "Don't worry, you'll make me cry." I turned to see who was saying this, it was a small girl who looked to be around the age of seven. She was holding my hand tight and whimpering as if she was suppressing a cry. I felt the need to hug the child to comfort her but I was worried that she would start to cry. Unfortunately she some how sensed that I was worried and she started to ball. I look around to see if I could find an adult or at least another person. But there was no one in sight, actually I couldn't see anything but the child. She was screaming now and with every scream her grip got tighter and tighter. I had no idea what in the world to do. So I simple scooped her up and started to rock her. With every rock she seemed to be getting quieter and quieter until there was nothing but silence. Than out of no where I felt needles poking my skin and I awoke in a room strapped down to a table with florescent lights shinning above me.  I looked to my left and saw a doctor holing a bag of blood, was it mi blood? Then abruptly the doctor spoke. "Alright dear why don't you go to the lobby and I'll be out in a minute to tell you your test results." She said this as if nothing strange had happened as if she hadn't just taken quarts of blood from my body. I nodded at her seeming very confused as I stumbled toward the door. As I entered the waiting room I saw only around 100 kids waiting. Some of them were crying, most of them were holding their needs shaking and a select few were laughing but all of them had a bandage on their right arm. I was so puzzled, I didn't remember putting a bandage on but as I looked at my right arm, there it was plain as day. I stared at it shocked I hadn't even felt it on my skin. Dumbfounded I wobbled over to a seat next to a quivering girl with Neon blue hair. Her hair was long, beautiful and all I wanted to do was touch it. I tried so hard to resist the urge to stroke her but as I was just about to touch her silky, beautiful hair someone called my name. "Morrianna Regina Reviera!" The voice was coming from a stout lady with a clipboard. I wobble over to her and bumping into an end table in the process. When I finally got over to her she looked me straight in the eye and said. "Congratulations you have been accepted into the mixture regiment." I looked at her like she had three heads. "You will be in the regiment that deals with mixed people you will have  people who do not fit with any of the specifics. Now don't be thinking you're special you're just different." I nodded at her as she pointed to a door that read "To the mixture dormitories."