Academy Supernatural

Chapter 3

"You have everything you need?" My mother was looking at me over as we stood at the entrance for boarding.

I didn't respond, silently glowering at my parents. They gave each other worried looks, but it seemed that my obvious lack of enthusiasm about being sent to another country -because yes, apparently the school I was to attend was in Nova Scotia, Canada- was not enough to guilt my parents into letting me stay. My eyes remained on the ground, ignoring them. There was nothing I wanted to say to them.

My dad sighed. "I know this is not ideal, but please, try to be on your best behavior," he said.

With as much silent anger as I could possibly muster, I put my headphones on, choosing to block them out entirely. They frowned, displeased. I didn't care. But then the plane was being called for boarding and they couldn't say anything. I slung my bag over my shoulder without a word. Just as I went to leave though, my mother rubbed my arm with a small smile. "Have fun?" More of a question than a statement.

For a moment, I looked at her. She looked regretful for once, seeming to express genuine worry. But I was too far gone to forgive her now. I turned away. "I hate you..." I said under my breath.

She frowned. "What?" I shook my head and walked away to board my plane. They watched on with confused frowns as I went up the ramp and vanished from sight.

I found my seat and dropped down with a sigh. Pulling my small blanket out of my bag, I curled up in my chair. The plane took off shortly after that and I watched the ground shrink outside my window. This was it. With that depressing thought, I burrowed deeper into my blanket and closed my eyes, resigned to my fate. Goodbye, old life, I thought to myself. Hello, hell.

The majority of the flight was relatively uneventful. The cute hostess offered to bring me some water or peanuts at one point, but I told her I wasn't hungry and she left me alone after that. From there I fell asleep for a while, until the plane vibrated violently, shaking me awake that is. I sat up, squinting my eyes. Were we here? I checked my watch with a frown. We should be landing soon. I peered out the window. It was only four in the afternoon, but it was already dark outside and I couldn't see any lights on the ground. Wow, I get shipped off not only to a boarding school, but to one in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no sunshine. Perfect.

Suddenly, the plane shook again, rougher this time. There was a low whistle next to me. "Man, I hate planes."

I glanced at the guy to my left, who was about my age, maybe a little older. His short brown hair fell over his forehead as he closed his eyes with misery. His hands were clenching the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles were ivory. He turned away from the window with an uncomfortable expression. "Please, don't crash..." he muttered under his breath.

I couldn't help empathizing with him. "Well," I said. "You're not the only one who doesn't want to be here."

He frowned at me, raising an eyebrow. "Well, what's your reason for having to go high in the sky?" he asked.

I grunted with annoyance. "Boarding school. My parents are sending me away to rot in some educational prison."

He gave me a sympathetic look. "That sucks, dude."

I snorted. "An understatement." Then, because I was curious, "What about you? If you hate flying so much, why do you?"

He shrugged. "Needed a place to stay so I'm holing up with some friends." He slumped back in his chair with a grimace as we experienced more turbulence. "Though, maybe I should've chosen somewhere closer," he grumbled.

I smiled softly. "Honestly, I envy you," I said. We were landing as I looked out my window again, the reason for the plane's unrest. "I wish there was somewhere I could go..."