"Good morning, students. I am the principal of the UUG, Amanda Jenkins, but you can simply call me Mrs. Jenkins. Now you may wonder why there are very few of you here. It is because this university isn't like any other. This university only admits special students with unnatural abilities. When you all received our letter, you must've assumed we meant 'special abilities' as in outstanding talent in a certain subject, but you are mistaken.
Now, all of you have experienced something strange in your lives. Something abnormal. Something... supernatural. But some of you may have brushed it off as an odd event, deciding not to give thought to it. Others have already realised the power they hold but chose to keep it secret and never use it again, thinking it's some form of a curse. But all those stories about superpowers that were written off as fiction are real.
I'm here to tell you that this university was built to train people like you.
This is a university for people who hold supernatural power.
A university for people who can do the world some good.
People who have the ability of flight, telepathy, telekinesis, healing and much more.
This," she paused.
"Is a university for the gifted."
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After getting rejected by Harvard, the university of her dreams, Sam gets a letter from a university called UUG (University for the Unique and Gifted). She decides to enroll, not realising that she's signing up for a world completely different from hers, full of students with unnatural abilities.
New town. New identity. Same crazy.
I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice )
(cough, cough)
Not!!
I hate it.
I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove.
But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special.
...
DOOR OPENS.
"Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors.
"Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers.
My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor.
I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her.
"Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands.
"Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home.
What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.