Fly

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Beep Beep! Beep Beep! Beep-

I hit snooze on my alarm clock, groggily turning around. Then i realized that today was school- super power school!

I jumped out of bed, excited for what was going to happen today. I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, then splashed cold water in my face. I shrieked at the cold water running down my pyjama top. It was worth it though.

I tiptoed into my mom's bedroom, then shook her until she woke up, and practically yelled: "MOM, WAKE UP!" She finally did, and then realized the same thing I did before. I had school. I was so excited!!

I scurried downstairs and grabbed myself a bowl, cereal and milk. In no time, my mom came walking down the stairs. She greeted me as I poured my milk into my cereal bowl.

I got a spoon, specifically a shiny one. I would sometimes check my reflection in it if I got really bored. Don't worry, I'm not conceited. It's just that spoons can be used as mirrors just as well as spoons.

"So, are you excited?" I looked up from my spoon to answer my mother's question. "Heck yeah!" I smiled. She smiled back. I could not wait!

"What do you imagine it like?" She asked. I paused. That was a good question. What DID I imagine it like?

I tried making a mental image, but nothing would come to me. Flying... mind reading... I don't know what to picture it like.

"I don't know." I replied, narrowing my eyebrows. "Oh," was all she managed to say.

I ate my Rice Krispies in silence, wondering why it was so quiet. I wanted to say something, but I was brainstorming sentences to say. Before I knew it, I was in the back seat of my mum's car.

It was silent on the way there as well. That was probably because we each had things on our minds, and didn't feel like talking.

It turned out to be a short drive, five minutes about. I got out and slammed the door shut, when I looked up to see the height of the school.

The school was tall and huge, it was orange-ish and hard to describe. It did not look like any regular school, but it was hard to explain how.

My eyes widened as I stepped into the front door. This was it. When I would stop having a hard time making a mental picture.

Woah. It was gigantic, and there were so many people! It looked and was designed just like a fancy hotel.

Before I got the chance to really look around, a man with a moustache, in his thirties I'm guessing, came up to me and mom and said: "Hello! I am Fredric! I am the pricipal, tour guide, head administrator, and creator of this school," he started. He had a thick French accent.

"I will show you around now. Vite vite, follow moi." It was funny hearing him alternate between French and English. I knew a little bit of French, not very well though.

When he walked, he seemed very smooth and graceful in his movement. He held his head up high and stood up straight.

He pushed the door open to a room. When we got in, the first thing I noticed was the computers everywhere. They looked highly professional, and on each computer screen was a picture of a person, with some information beneath them. It seemed really cool.

As he was about to explain, I realized that all the walls were white and that this room was really big.

Just in time I turned my head to look at him, and he started explaining everything.
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