Previon: Academy for the Gifted

Chapter 1 - ISAN

((Photo is of Isan :) ))

Time had never really been on Isan's side. His parents had given him 2 hours to pack his things, half an hour to find the train station, and 5 minutes to say goodbye.

He still remembered the look in his little sister's eyes, and how small and fake her smile was. She'd been trying to be happy for him all week.

"Mother and father said that you've been accepted into The Academy." She'd stated nervously, after she'd crawled into his bed one night.

"That's true." He's rasped back, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"So...you're going to leave me in 3 weeks?"

He immediately felt wide awake after that statement, sitting up in bed so quickly that it caused him to cough.

"Aliana..."

"I'm happy for you!" The little girl began hastily, wrapping her thin, 8-year-old arms around his bicep. "Really, I am! I just wanted to let you know that I'll miss you..."

Aliana looked as if she was questioning her choice of coming to him, and he never wanted her to ever question that.

"I'll write to you everyday." He promised, removing his arm from her grasp as to place it about her shoulders. "And I'll try my best to visit home during the holidays!"'

Aliana looked up at him with her big, blue eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Really?" She asked, hope in her voice.

He swallowed, then nodded.

"Really. Now, go back to bed and get some sleep. You have a piano lesson tomorrow morning."

His little sister nodded quickly, blonde curls bouncing in rivulets down her back. She crawled out from under the covers and slid down to the floor, causing her small toes to sink into the plush, cream-colored carpet. She stood there for a moment. Isan leaned over the edge of his bed and kissed the top of her head.

Now, he sat in the back of the fancy boxcar, watching the world fly by from the window of the train, following the tracks that would take him to the school he'd heard so much of, but knew nothing about. He clutched tightly in his hand, a picture that Aliana had given him moments before his departure. A new bought of coughs wracked his body, causing him to lean over as to try and catch his breath. As he did so, he unfurled the picture for what seemed to be the millionth time that morning.

On the fine piece of drawing paper, the youngest Addington had written at the top in fine, scrawling print, "Our Family." Beneath it, she'd drawn two figures - a teen boy and a little girl, both with blue eyes and blonde hair.

It had always been the two of them, no matter what. In that big, cold mansion, with two cold, unfeeling parents, they had always stuck together. In the truest terms of family, they were the only ones in each others.

And now he was leaving her behind.

Who would protect her when father got angry? When mother drank?

His body shook with new coughs as he shut his eyes tight, re-folding the paper.

He felt pathetic, really. The sick boy who'd never let home if only to act "Healthy" at some important party or other. The frail, weak boy who could barely protect his little sister from the strikes of his father's cane. The boy whose parents had obviously payed off the principal to get him into the most prestigious school available.

He sat back up and tucked the paper into his pocket, gazing out the window with glazed over eyes. He reached into the satchel beside him and took out a stark white box, removing a small, white pill that he absently popped into his mouth, swallowing it with a jerk of his head. He then brought his feet up onto the seat and tucked them underneath himself, still staring out the window.

Any other student would be excited. In fact, there were probably a few other students-to-be on that exact train at that exact moment. But, he didn't pay that thought any mind.

Instead, he simply closed his eyes, and let his body succumb to sleep.

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So, my first original story that I've published on wattpad! YAY!!

I hope you all end up enjoying it, and stick around for the ride! It's sure to be a fun one!

Ciao,
Taco.