A Special Mind

Chapter 1- In Trouble

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I stood there in the headmistress's office waiting for her to speak, she walked back and forth behind her desk.

"Leo," She began and then shook her head.

The headmistress continued her pacing, marking the carpet as she walked. She did this quite a lot and I'm guessing you probley think I get sent here quite a bit... well your right.

"What in the world were you thinking?" She stopped pacing and looked at me with anger in her eyes.

I shrugged.

"Oh Leo," The headmistress said. "Why do you continue to misbehave? What have I done to deserve this?"

I didn't say anything because really there was no need to.

"Putting rotten fish in Mr Tiler's food, clogging the toilets with tennis balls, and what about Miss Nash, who will have to clean your spray paint on the wall. You know she doesn't have time for that."

"So," I said. "Big deal."

"Big deal?" She said. "And you wonder why people don't choose you Leo."

Ouch okay that hurt a bit, it's not my fault that I get into trouble. I try to be good but mostly trouble seems to find me.

"I have tried everything for you," The headmistress continued. "And yet you still always misbehave."

"Sorry Miss but I do try," I protested.

"Kitchen duty until I say you can get off."

I shrugged, it wasn't the worst punishment I ever did.

"And no TV, laptop, or your phone, until I say you can use them again."

I didn't mind that, but she wasn't going to get my Iphone I paid for it myself.

"I'm not giving you my phone," I said looking staring at her.

The Headmistress raised her eyebrows.

"You know the deal; I paid this for myself using my money so you have no hold over it," I explained still holding the stare.

An uncomfortable silence followed. We made this deal a long time ago; I got my laptop from Miss Nash for being good for a month so the Headmistress had control over it. But I used my own money to get the Iphone and the jobs I had to do, I won't get into that.

The Headmistress nodded breaking the stare, "I do remember that, and I will hold to it."

She gave me a look, "You're lucky you paid for that yourself."

And with that she turned and looked out her window. I walked out into the hall and headed for my bedroom which was really an attic. And I had it all to myself. I turned left and head up stairs and continued to walk pass doors until I got to the third floor, (yeah a hell lot of steps for me to walk up) and opened the trap door. I smiled and breathed in, hello haven. I had my bed against the wall and a big window showing me the front of the children's home. A desk was in front of it, with a laptop and a drawing book. I liked to draw, read and sometimes write. It helped me to escape from this world into another. I sighed and went to my desk and pushed my laptop away I continued doing my drawing of the dragon. The dragon was snarling at you with its back arched ready to attack, and eyes blazing with hate. Smoke came out of its nose and the lips curled showing the teeth, the wings were spread and talons at the ready. It was gold and black. I was doing the tone when a knock came upon my trap door.

"Come on Leo it's time to do your punishment!" Cook yelled.

He is a very strict man and the only cook here at Dooms House (That's what everyone calls it). The guy had all muscle and brown hair. Cook really hates trouble makers, yet he had a soft spot for me. Maybe because I can actually cook (one of the most punishments I have is Kitchen duty). I ignored him and continued my drawing.

"Leo," Cook warned.

I ignored him.

"Don't make me come up there!"

I really didn't want to do the punishment; can't he just leave me alone?

"Dam you boy!" Cook exclaimed.

And with that he pushed open the trapdoor, I turned around facing him. He had stains on his shirt and jeans, Cook never has an apron, because he says it makes him look sassy. Which I have to agree with.

"What?" I said.

Cook sighed, "Did you even listen?"

I shrugged.

Cook shook his head and a smile came upon his lips.

"What am I going to do with you Leo? You're on your tenth punishment this week, you gotta wake up and smell the roses. Because you won't always be here."

"Don't do another one of your speeches Cook because you know it won't work on me," I said smiling.

He chuckled. And then he saw my drawing.

"You draw?" He asked with interest.

I didn't tell anyone about my drawings, not even Cook. They were my secret. He came towards me and before I could stop him picked up my book.

"Holy crap Leo!" He exclaimed."You draw very well; it looks life like, as if it's really staring at me."

I shrugged, not really caring. Okay maybe just a little bit.

"How come you didn't tell me you could draw," Cook said, raising his eyebrows.

I looked at him and didn't answer the question.

He sighed, "Leo you can tell me, man you have a lot of talent, you could use this."

I smiled, "Thanks can I have it back now?"

He placed the book onto my desk.

"Anyway it's time for your punishment."

And with that he went out of my attic room, I followed him to the kitchen. It's just like any ordinary place it had a stove set to the wall with benches on the left of it. And a dishwasher (thank goodness because there's a lot of plates to clean).

"Okay you can prepare the veggies, while I cook the meat. We're going to have pork tonight," Cook sang, his eyes shining.

He was always happy in his element, I didn't know why and never thought to ask. I got a board and grabbed a knife from the draw and started to chop the veggies.

"That's it Leo nice and fast people here get very hungry," Cook complemented.

I continued my work and started thinking. I never really liked to talk much because I wasn't a social person and liked to be on my own, but Cook was used to it and left me to ponder.

"So how long have you been drawling like that?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"As long I remember," I replied.

He looked at me, "Who taught you?"

"I taught myself."

We went back to cooking and a comfortable silence followed. I enjoyed cooking it let me think and use my imagination. And with that I did that for the rest of the afternoon.