Uncontrollable(HUGE REMAKE)

Chapter 11

I tell Ethan to stop the wheelchair before we enter the Principal's office.
"Why?" He asked.
"What do you think they need?" I asked then he smile, preventing to laugh.
"I don't know. But don't worry, just enter there and talk to them," he said then he gave me the remote and the automatic door opened up for me. Bringing up my mind set is hard, and it's making me harder to breath. I have no idea how to focus now and all I'm thinking is, should I able to leave this room without any agitation? Well, that thought is impossible. I'm Uncontrollable, and everything would be uncontrollably dreadful. Or should I say, fearful.
Finally, I enter the big room. A woman approach me on my side.
"What is it do you need young lady?" She asked, then I turn my head outside, I saw Ethan sitting at the bench, then I shift my eyes to the lady.
"I think, our Principal needs me. My teacher told me to go here," I said, then she takes her sleeves up back to see her watch.
"What's your name?" She asked, then her wide eyes glance at me.
"Kezia Knight," I said then she shift her eyes to her watch, as if she's secretly typing my name.
"Ahh, Knight. Are you the daughter of Sebastian?" She asked, then I nod with a wide smirk on my face. I can't believe that my name has a very clean reputation. Maybe one day, our name will be dirty, because of me.
"Okay, so, Mr. Clarkson want to talk to you. His office is right there. Go straight then after 3 rooms, turn right. Okay?" She said then I nod.
"Okay! Nice to meet you Kezia, you're dad is a great lawyer. Tell him I said hi," she said, then I just nod and I start rolling. I count every room that I'm passing. One. My heart is pumping so hard that I think it would explode. Two. Every room is busy, a lot of talking and conversations are held. Three. This is it. One more room, and I'm going to face my end. Four. I stop, in the middle of the skinny way to Mr. Clarckson's office. I remember Ethan saying "just enter there and talk to them." I take out a big breath and the door opened up automatically, then I turn my wheelchair to his office. The office is pretty big, but it doesn't have a lot of design. The sun is giving light to the white painted wall that making me hard to see him. He's dark, tall, with a white tuxedo on. I rub my white pastel blazer, and still looking at him. His eyes is grey, and he has black hair. He's not that old, he look like a mid 20s to 30s. I think I've seen him before. I remember my dad talking to a man when he considered that I'm going to school. It's him. It's him who forbid my dad to put me on the school.
"Kezia, it's been a long time since I saw you," he said then smiled at me with a wary look.
"Yeah," I said, then I open my palms wide open, ready for a friendly hand shake. He shakes my hand for a response gently and he sat down on his chair.
"Why do you want me here?" I asked, holding my breath for being nervous. He is still looking at me, as if helping me to calm down.
"I didn't call you here for something bad. I didn't call you here for something good either. In one word, I have a bad news and a good news."
I bite my lower lip to prevent from shivering. It's getting cold in his office, or maybe it's just me who feel the cold.
"What is it?" I put my hands on my leg, and look at him seriously.
"What do you want to know first? Good or bad?" I'm a risk taker, and I love to know what is bad news first than good. It feels good when you already know what is the bad thing to know what you'll do. "Bad news."
"Every staff in this school are suspecting that you are Uncontrollable. And I got your result in every single test you take to get in this school. Somebody told me it was a fake result of your test because you got them all right. I'm the only one who knows about the result and of course the person who told me that. I know that you're Uncontrollable," there's a big hesitation on him, his eyes are focusing on mine. I turned my eyes from his to the floor. I'm looking down, I'm very nervous. He knows it and this is bad. No one should never know about me except for my dad. This is not good, this is definitely not good. My tears rolled down on my cheek, I sniff hard and rub my tears with my palms.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna let them hurt you. Me and your dad and obviously you, only know about this. I already know about you a very long time ago. Your dad told me about it, because he can't keep it to himself. I'm his very close friend. I'm like his brother. He have a big trust to me, and I won't let that break," he said, then he stand up to sit on a very close chair to me. He face me and he's about to say something.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. Actually, I'm gonna help you and that is my good news. I'm the principal here, and they will believe everything I'll say. You're moving on a very upper class with Ethan. He's with you because I want him to protect you. . ." he didn't finish what he's going to say because I interject him.
"Wait, Ethan knows about me?" I asked, giving him a wide eyes look, but he's answer is just a big laugh.
"I'm not going to tell everybody about you. I just have a feeling that Ethan would be a great friend to you, but don't tell him about you. Even if I didn't tell him to protect you, I know he'll do," he said.
"Is he know that we're going to an upper class?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. That's why he's not afraid of going to the principal's office because he already know. Wow. I'm still shivering. Maybe shivering is the best way to release tensity.
"As I've said, I'm gonna help you. I already have a plan, and am sure that this plan is going to work. We'll talk about it after class," he said then look at me. "I just want to say something. You're talent of yours is not a power, it's a supernatural power. Few people only have this gift, so you gotta be proud," he said smiling at me. He said it was a gift. You call this a gift? Okay, a gift that can make you die. Is that a freaking gift? I shake my head and turn my wheelchair to go outside.
"Amazing right!" Ethan said while we're in the hallway, heading to our class I'm silent, even opening my mouth won't work because of. . . I really don't know why. Maybe I don't trust him. I can't keep my secret, but I also know that I should never trust anybody. I just nod as my response to what he says.

Lunch time. I'm at the commissary with Ethan. My brothers are not here at the commissary today because they have this thing going on, I don't know what is it. Ethan gave me this meal, mush potato with corn and gravy, and chicken. They are place in a stainless plate. Ethan gave me a spoon and we started to eat. Suddenly, a girl approach me from my left side and she sat down.
"Hey!" She said. I looked at her suspiciously, and I shift my eyes on my food and started to eat. But then, she push my left arm that causes me to loose my grip onto my spoon and to my meal to be a total waste.
"What's your problem Emma!?" Ethan said. My eyes is still at the spoon. I want to break the spoon so bad, then the spoon curls up. It almost cut in half but I looked away. Then, my eyes shift on the girl who is so aggressive. She keeps talking and talking and talking, but then, everything went slow. I can hear her saying "you stupid girl" but she's not saying it using her lips. I keep looking at her, everything is slow. I did the same thing. "Say sorry," I said, not using my mouth, it means, I'm using my mind. "Say sorry in ten times, then pick me another bowl of mush potatoes with gravy and corn, and chicken," I commanded. Then, I lost the girls eyes and everything went normal. I shake my head 3 times and I saw the girl, still sitting on my side. She start saying sorry and a lot of conversation stop. All of the students are looking at us.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm gonna get you what you need now in one minute," she said and went away. Now, all eyes turns on me. Ethan looked at me, smiling.