Gifted

Chapter 7

Clara's POV

Mark lead me to a hallway painted pink. He handed me the key.

"Your on your own now," said the turned and left. I watched him as he walked away. His hands stuffed in the pockets of his gold pants. Then I looked down my hallway, it was empty but you could hear the chatter of girls through the walls.

Nervously I walked down the hallway, Watching the numbers.

199.

201.

203.

I turned around, there was 204. I knocked on the door, I heard a scramble, then footsteps. The door swung open and there was a girl. Her wavy, blonde hair was down to her waist. She was taller than me but would still have been considered short.

"Vello?" she said. She had a french accent.

"Hi, I am your umm..." I say I didn't even finish the.sentence.

"Oh come in, I 'ave been trying to convince Mr.Malone to give me a roommate for ages," she says looks really excited.

"What's your name?" she asks

"Clara," I answer

"Clara," she repeats

"I'm Diandra," she says jumping up.

"You can sleep here!" she says. She pulls a mountain a stuff off the bed.

"What is all of this?" I ask

"Oh! Just art supplies. I'm an artistic genius, or so 'Zey say. But right now I've been stuck with a terrible artists block," she rambles. I set my stuff down on the bed.

"So do you know what your schedule is yet?" she asks peering over my shoulder.

"No, I was just told to put this on," I say holding up my uniform. She bends over and picks something up. It's a folded piece of paper.

"'Zis looks like it they must of slipped it into 'ze uniform," she says.

"Darn!" she snaps

"What!" I exclaim

"Oh you are stuck in 'ze day class. I'm in 'ze night class. Plus you don't take any of 'ze same classes," she frowns.

"What?" I grab the paper from her.

History of Gifteds

Government Issues

The Science of Gifts

Language

Advanced Mathematics

Fitness

Gift Practise

What were these. Sure Fitness, Math, and Government. But The Science of Gifts what were these classes?

"'Ze good news is 'Zat you are in all 'ov Jose's classes. 'Ze bad news is you are in all 'ov Mark's classes," she explains

"Oh Mark, go figure," I sigh

"You know 'zat snake already?" she cries

"Yeah, he's my mentor," I shrug

"Come 'vith me," she says grabbing my wrist.

"Why?" I ask

"I'm getting you a new mentor," she stomps

"What's wrong," I ask nervously

"'VAT'S WRONG. Do you know what he can do? The last time he mentored someone he set them on fire, she 'vas in 'ze 'ospital wing 'vor 'veeks!" she explains