Argenian

-4-

Michael throws open the door to Mrs. Davenport's office and shoves me and the boy inside. His green eyes show no hint of emotion, but I can feel a little bit of triumph and pride radiating off of him. 

Why those? He didn't do anything.

I study him for a second, taking in his wavy brown hair and forest green eyes.

Is she checking me out? The boy glances over at me and I feel my eyes widen. Did I just hear his thoughts? Or am I just going crazy?

Mrs. Davenport looks up from her desk and seems to notice my panicked expression, "What's the matter, Dear?"

I shake my head, trying to clear my head. 

"Nothing. Still just a bit overwhelmed." I lie. She can obviously see that I'm lying, but she thankfully doesn't pry anymore. 

"Michael contacted me earlier and told me that you were both coming, but he never told me what happened. Eve, would you care to explain?" Mrs. Davenport turns towards me.

"Honestly, I don't even really know what happened. I somehow sort of... connected?" I pause to think of a better word but fail. "Yeah, connected with-"

"Marcus," the boy pipes in.

"-Marcus and I guess I sort of calmed him down." I look up at Mrs. Davenport and she stares at me.

"How odd," she mutters. "Marcus, could you please excuse us? I need to talk to Eve in private." Marcus nods and walks out of the office, leaving me with my old teacher. She walks around the desk and sits in the chair next to mine, pushing back her grey hair. "Eve, what are we going to do with you?"

"What do you mean?"

She gets up, puts her hands on my shoulders, and looks me in the eye.

"Eve, being able to control others' emotions is a power that only Sirens posses. When Michael did a Blood scan on you, it came up as Pure Argenian, yet you possess powers only other Bloods have." she sighs. "Anyways, why don't you head back to your dorm. After lunch, the students get an hour of free time they can spend. Jenna is usually in the dorm during that time, so you can talk to her about your schedule." Mrs. Davenport goes back to a bookshelf behind her desk and pulls out a few books, muttering to herself.

I nod. "That sounds good." I walk out of her office, even more confused than I was before.

~

"Okay," Jenna says. "Tell me your schedule from memory."

"First period is Blood History, um, second is Basic Education, which is an hour and a half, then I have Blood Ed. Lunch, then break, and my last class is Blood Training, which is an hour and a half." I rattle off.

"Good! How about we go over-"

The bell rings, cutting Jenna off.

"Shoot! I'm so sorry Eve, I lost track of time. Do you remember what your last class is?" she asks, hurriedly throwing books into her gold backpack.

"Yeah," I pluck my own silver bag off the floor and rush out the door, ignoring Jenna's goodbyes. 

It takes me a few minutes to realize that I have no freaking idea how to get to Training. And I, of course, forgot to grab a map. Dammit.

I wander around the corridors for a few minutes before I feel a strange pull, like a scrap of metal being picked up by a magnet.

I hear a loud, abrupt POP! And open my eyes. I'm not in the halls anymore. Instead, I'm standing in a large green field, looking straight into Mrs. Davenport's startling blue eyes.