Gifted

Chapter 4

Clara's POV

My eyes flutter open. What the hell happened. I can't remember much.

"Oh good your awake," says a familiar voice

"Bret?" I mumble

"Darren," he answered

"Oh, wait, what happened,"

"You passed out, I guess you couldn't handle it," Darren replied

"Wait, I was marked, what am I? Don't tell me I'm a Below Standard. I am Below Standard aren't I. I don't want to die. ButwaitaboutBretwhathappenedtohimandandand,"I ramble at supersonic speed

"Why don't you for yourself," he says pulling the sleeve of my shirt down. That perv...wait my tattoo. That's wants me to see. My train of thought must seriously be damaged. I peeked at shoulder. A spiral.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I ask. I'm not stupid. I know the suppose to be a star, a pentagon, a circle, a square and an 'x'. But a spiral. They are just really mean.

"I know, I was like that too," he said showing me the spiral on his arm.

"So what's this supposed to mean?" I ask

"I know it's hard to believe but there is a sixth marking. A marking so rare that they don't even bother telling people about it. People in this categorey are geniuses. We're the ones who create all the beautiful artwork and invent the world's most ingenious things. We are the Gifteds," he explained

"Well then I think you have the wrong person, because I am definitely not a genius," I say

"Wait, there are some exceptions though," he explained" at least 300 years ago when there used to be wars and there.was no world peace. There were special people. People who could do 'magic'."

"Magic, really," I say sarcastically

"Really. People who could read minds, summon storms, predict the future," he said

"Yeah they're called superheroes and the last time I checked they were fake," I retorted

"Oh these people were real. But sadly the regular humans accussed them of being witches and killed most of them," he said.

"Yeah right,"

"I know I'm right but you'll see for yourself soon enough," he said standing up from the bed

"No way, I'm leaving," I said reaching for the door.

"Of course you can't your on a train," he said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I'm on a what?!" I shout. I ran over to the curtains and shove away. I look out to the ground moving swiftly.

"Where the hell are you taking me!" I shout

"To your new school of course," he says. It was a categories descion if they wanted to continue the 15 year olds education. Obviously this one did.

"Don't worry all your stuff is in the closet. It will be a few day until we get to New York," he said

"N..New York?" I exclaim. I live in St.Petersburg, Florida. I be way to far from Bret. Bret I havn't even thought about where he might be.

"Yeah that's where all the Gifted kids go," he said

"Can you ruin my life anymore?" I ask holding back the tears.

"I could but not right now. I don't think you'll want to sleep since you've been out for a day so...,"

"I was asleep for a day!!,"

"Whoops," he shrugs

"Get out now," I say grabbing pillow and beating him with it.

"Fine I'm leaving but be ready to go in 3 hours that's when we get off," he says as he exits. I slam the door behind him.

I'm 100s of miles from home, I'm eithrr a genius or a freaky super hero thing, I've missed a day of my life, and worst of all I don't know where the hell Bret is either. Some birthday this turned out to be.

*Author's Note*

Phew, 4 chapters done. Sorry they're kinda short and boring. I'm just tryin' to fill you in on what's happening.I promise they'll get bette.

Sol what do think? Please leave a comment bellow with any suggestions, questions, or comments.

Thanks I hope you enjoy.

Sincerely

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