2. Not so Cliché

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Tide's POV
I wake up to the sound of my stupid fucking alarm blaring. I reach my hand out to the side and grab my clock, 8am. I could still get 2 hours of sleep.

I wake up once more at about 9.30. Unlike all those cliche stories where the main character wakes up to birds chirping and a ray of sunlight hitting their face, i wake up to the sound of silence and complete darkness. No light emitting from my thick curtains.

I would have felt scared, being in the dark and all, but my room is the only place where i feel safe. Nothing could get me here. It's my space. My own small world.

Dark grey bedsheets, my keyboard, and a bunch of papers scattered around.

*knock knock*

"Miss, your grandmother is awaiting your presence by the study."

I grunt in response, the fuck does she want now.

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"You're going to a special school, a school for people like yourself. London's School of the Unnatural, preferably known as LSU. Here's your schedule. No protests, I've called them and they'll assign you to a dorm once you get there. You're leaving in 4 days. I've given them your number so they can explain how to get in."

And with that, she left. Sigh. I knew there was no getting out of this. A school? For people with powers? Great. People to interact with, note the sarcasm.

And a dorm? A fucking dorm? Are you serious? I have to share a dorm with some creep i never met before?

The bitch knows. She knows what i've been through and she makes me do this? Go all out? To a completely new and different place? What the fuck was she thinking?

The fact that LSU know about me was quite a surprise. I never go out. How tf would they know?

Unless she arranged it. Now that wouldnt be a surprise.

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