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I stood up and crossed over to my bedroom which was right beside the bathroom and across from the kitchen/living room. I walked into my bedroom and quickly glanced in the mirror. I was a mess. My blonde hair was all over the place. It had tangles and I didn't have time for a shower because Serena always took the longest. I had to comb my hair since i had no time for a shower. I winced as I dragged the comb through my hair, wincing and crying as it forced itself through the tangles. Finally I was done and my hair was straight and soft, with no tangles. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my curling iron and waited for it to heat up so I could curl my hair. Once it was hot enough, I curled it giving me loose curls.
I unplugged the curling iron after and walked over to my dresser. I spent a couple minutes trying to figure out what to wear before i picked a blue long sleeve shirt and some black pants. I always liked a bit of cute so I grabbed a black and white polka dot head band with a bow on it and I put it in my hair. I picked out a pair of boots and I slipped into some boots. I walked over to my desk and grabbed my bag. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare so breakfast. I glanced at the clock. Had it only been 15 minutes? I looked in the fridge and grabbed some stuff to make so breakfast. It would be a long day. I needed some food.
"Guys, it's time to get up." Addie said mid-yawn, and reached over to grab her shower supplies case. Stumbling into the bathroom, she turned on the hot water and stepped in, letting the warm water cascade down her hair and back. Sighing in happiness, Addie reached out with her only dry hand and pressed the button on her tablet that read her schedule. Her first official class was Art, after breakfast and Personal Study. Smiling, she reached for the shampoo. Addie loved her art class. Art was the one thing she could rely on to keep her own emotions in check, because she always had everyone else's pounding inside her head anyway, she couldn't let her own emotions change dramatically.
Getting out of the shower, she put on her purple sundress, turquoise cardigan, and white lace flats. It was supposed to be a nice, sunny, day and she wanted to dress for the occasion. Grabbing her tablet, she yelled out a "Showers free! I'm heading to breakfast!" Glancing at her clock, it read 8:05am. Just in time, she thought, as she closed the door behind her she felt a sudden rush of emotion sweep over her. She staggered and braced her hand against the wall, feeling dizzy from the intensity. She couldn't pinpoint where the emotion was coming from, but in the next second in went away and she felt completely normal again. Something's happening somewhere, she thought, returning to normal and walking to the cafeteria.
Grabbing a seat by the window, she ate her usual small morning meal of an apple and gazed out at the sunshine just beginning to rise above the trees.
Slipping into a black miniskirt and a frilly white blouse, she took a look in the full-length mirror against the wall. Ugh. Slayer rushed into the bathroom, not really desiring to be late for breakfast that morning. She quickly washed her pale face, wishing she could be as toned as some of the other girls. Slayer brushed her teeth and deep-red hair next while glancing back into the bedroom, trying to spot her boots and save time in the long run.
While pulling on her favorite black combat boots with the silver buckles, Slayer's hand slipped and she chipped a fingernail. "Ouch," she whispered harshly. The candle on Hannah's bedside table suddenly lit itself. "Sorry," she said, smiling softly at the quiet girl. Slayer trudged out of the dorm into the hallway, headed for the cafeteria, her stomach gurgling for food.
Oh god.
8:45.
I started to run, and I reached the cafeteria. I bump into a girl. I turn around continuing to run,
"Sorry!" I yell (and I mean it)
I reach the cafeteria, and sit and a table by the buffet. I feel my eyes turn color, then I slowly lift a bowl of fruit salad up off the table along with some orange juice. It floats into my hands, and I start to walk back to my dorm for personal study.
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After receiving her food, she sat down at a table by herself and started eating. She watched others enter as she ate, and she wondered about all their abilities. She knew the powers varified tremendously, but she was always curious about who could do what.
She reached into her bag and grabbed her tablet, checking her schedule. Noticing the time, she stood up and put her plate in a dirty dish pan she passed. She hummed as she made her way out of the cafeteria, to the library for her Personal Class Study.
I slid off the alcove, away from my view and comfy seat. I walked slowly around and pretended to be busy, finding a book when I was studying her. She appeared to be browsing the section. I walked around so I could actually see her... Maybe some conversation wasn't all bad. "Hello... My name is Amelia... Need any help finding a book?" I smiled at her.
Quickly twisting the knob on the door, Hannah entered the room that was decorated with a huge array of shelves, and each shelf carrying an abundance of books ready to be read and learned from.
Silently closing the door behind her, Hannah walked up to the nearest shelf, browsing through the lower shelf for something- Err, specific. She noted the conversation two other teens were having – One of them she recognized as Slayer, though the other girl was slightly hidden around the corner of the bookcase and couldn't quite make out who it was. She waved, though wasn't sure Slayer noticed it and continued her hurried browsing. Pale fingers gently slid alongside an array of books before Hannah reached out for a rather slim-looking book. Obtaining it, the muted girl quickly hurried down the path, settling near one of the desks and eagerly diving into said book.
Finally someone was speaking to her in this place. Slayer had begun to feel lonely. "Actually yes, thanks," Slayer grinned, happy to be able to finally use her voice. "I'm not entirely sure of the system in here. There's just so much to choose from." The echo created by the vastness of the library validated just how big it was.
Slayer heard the door open around the corner, Hannah appearing behind it. She glanced at the young girl from her dorm, who smiled and waved. Naturally, Slayer smiled back.
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She walked up and down the closet aisles, running her tan fingers along the spines of books. Her fingers kept going until she hit a rather rough book. She stopped and looked at it, pulling it out of its place on the shelf. The book was large and heavy, with what looked like a million pages. Flipping open the cover brown cover, Jordyn could tell it was ancient from the look of the thick pages. The words looked like they were handwritten in perfect cursive.
A small smile formed on her face and she closed the book, a bit of dust flying. The dust caused her to sneeze several times. Unfortunately, when she sneezed she sounded like a mouse. Shaking her head, she took the heavy book with her. As she walked to the back of the library for a vacant table, she passed one of her roomates, Hannah, and smiled a little. "Hi, Hannah."
Addie entered the library silently, spying Jordyn in the back corner, she walked over to her roommate with a smile on her face. As she spotted Jordyn, that wave of negative emotion from earlier flowed over Addie again, causing her knees to weaken and her tablet to fall to the ground. Addie grabbed a chair for support, and this time used her powers simultaneously to pinpoint the emotions location, but the vibes she was getting were coming from everywhere, bouncing off the walls. Just as suddenly as the emotion had come, it left her, leaving a woozy, hollow feeling inside her. What was that? Addie thought, wondering just what was in store for the students at this academy.
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"Time for Art..." I mutter, not even having to check my schedule.
I grab a ponytail off my desk, and tie my hair up. I slip my tablet in my bag and slide down the railing. The follow-up bell rings again, and I start to sprint to the art class, right next to the cafeteria, and see that I'm the first one there. I sign in via my tablet. I take a cord out of my bag and plug one end into the tablet, and the other into a screen off the wall. I double tap "Arts" on my schedule and "Art Class" in bold black letters spread across the screen. Usually the first one who goes to a public class offers up their tablet for the main screen. I do it quite often. When I finish sorting it out, I sit down at my usual table and wait for more people to come.
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Amelia then watched as a young boy came in. He looked about 13 and he looked like he was pretty quiet. Visions threatened to appear in her mind, of all the people in the room. Amelia winced at the mind overload and she imagined mentally pushing the thoughts out of her head and it temporarily eased her mind. Amelia watched as the boy sat at the window and she brought her attention back to the girl with red hair. The bell rang and it didn't startle Amelia... She knew it was coming.. One of the perks of Precognition. No surprises. "Oh... I have to go.." Amelia said to the girl.. She'd never even learned her name. "I'll see you around..." Amelia said, leaving without answers. Amelia walked out of the Library and headed to Art Class.
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“Hi, Hannah.”
The girl looked from her study, smiling as she nodded at Jordyn. Like with the other children, Hannah did not know much about her or any of her room-mates. Well, besides the obvious things, of course. Which wasn't much, just a few standard character traits that Hannah managed to observe.
Continuing her work, the girl was once again approached by someone though did not pay much attention other than smiling as the other girl sat down opposite of her. Hannah had a hard time communicating, as it always seemed a lost cause with those who do talk. Maybe-
*Riiing!*
Hannah quickly returned her left hand to her writing block, head lowered as she had yet again failed to make contact. The bell rang, signalling for most people to head for their next class. Sadly, the blonde-haired girl was one of them. See you around, she had said. The young girl didn't reply, just kept on being embarrassed by her failure of trying to make friends.
With most of them leaving the library – Which Hannah now only found out were... many – the girl looked about as if she wanted to sit with someone. Jordyn still hadn't left, what was she studying? Never mind, she was already approached by another; Adelaide, another room-mate. Shaking her head, Hannah continued her Math study.
Reluctantly, he shelved his book. His pencils had finished with the drawing quite some time ago and lay still beside the notebook. Sanders took some time to admire the work of art. The horses seemed to move on the page. They were shaded as if the evening sun was setting behind them, the rays slinking away beneath the horizon. It was beautiful and Sanders couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in his pencils. They were always doing the most miraculous things.
He carefully closed the notebook and placed it in his messenger bag, along with the pencils. After checking that he had not forgotten anything, he left the library. The art classroom was not too far away, so the walk was not a long one. As he stepped inside, he noticed a few people were already there. Sanders did not care for other people's names, but he recognized some of the faces. One of them, a small boy around his age, was actually in the same dorm as Sanders.
Sanders decided to take a seat next to the other boy. He avoided eye contact with the people in the room and waited impatiently for class to start, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. He couldn't wait for this to be over with so that he could go back to the library and read. That book had been fairly good and Sanders had wanted to finish it in one setting. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. He would just have to bear with it and push through the useless class like always.
"Hello, students. Today we will be continuing on your individual art projects, and to our new students, we have many options. We have fashion design, graphic design, and traditional art. Using your tablet, if you double click under art, the projects will come up. These are due in a week from today. All the supplies you need are in the back of the room. Enjoy yourselves." She said.
The screen went dead, and I went to go reclaim my tablet.
I walked to the back of the room. I picked up a sewing kit, some thread, a machine, a pile of some light pink and green floral fabric, and a piece of thick, black fabric elastic.
The machine is too heavy to carry, so I levitate it to the table.
I hear a crash.
Oh god. Oh god. I dropped the machine.
I turned around, and the machine is on a nearby table upside down, a piece broken.
I sigh a bit. And run to the table to check it, and it turns out I only dropped it a few inches.
I seriously need to either stop levitating things, or start paying attention in training.
I got up and left my stuff at my table and headed to the back. I grabbed the 3 primary color paints and a canvas. I grabbed some materials so I could add texture to my project and I got some brushes and a fold able easel. I set up my stuff by the window and grabbed a pencil and started the basic sketch of my painting. It was pretty easy considering I already knew how to do all of it. It was just a matter of finishing it before the due date.
I begin to start prepping the fabric, cutting it into circle shapes perfect for a skirt similar to the one I'm wearing today. I actually made this one, for an earlier fashion project. I start sewing up the edges, then sewing on the belt. I call these skirts speedskirts, because they are very quick and easy to make. I like the style of them. I pull a loose thread off the skirt, then continue to work.
"Hey, guys," Addie says, taking a seat next to Amelia and grabbing her sketchpad from the usual cubbyhole she hides it in. "How are your projects coming? You have something against sewing, Serena?" Addie giggled and crossed her legs in her seat so she could comfortable sketch. Feeling her friends embarrassment over the broken machine, Addie shook her head jokingly. Amelia's emotions were neutral, but Addie felt her frustration at trying to push away her visions. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before returning to her sketching, beginning to draw an outline of a boy's face, feeling the need to draw something human for once instead of landscapes.
Entering the arts room, she recognized many of the faces, including Amelia and the girl who had bumped into her before breakfast. She looked around, wondering which seat to take. Some of the girls looked like they already had good friends. Makes sense, Slayer thought. Many people seemed to find her intimidating at first glance. And when they found out about her dangerous ability, forget about it. She was pretty used to it, fortunately.
At least in a class like this one didn't need to talk very much. Art was a quiet subject. Deciding to mind her own business, she took a seat at an empty table and continued her charcoal drawing of a starry night sky.
He knew that it was ever since he had come to this place full of people and stressful situations, it made him fear that he would one day snap and hurt somebody....why did they bring him here? Surely he would be of more danger to people than if he were alone in his home once more. But he didn't argue with authorities, Jax knew better.
Looking over he noticed that Blake had already left, so he got up tiredly and clothed himself. This morning he couldn't be bothered with a shower, the dream had ruined his day again and he wanted to put the least amount of energy into it until he could go to bed again and hope, once more, that he would be greeted with pleasant dreams or no dreams at all. It was false hope, but it was the only thing that kept him going during the day.
Jax groggily walked to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of cereal, eating quickly and steadily. He avoided eye contact with anyone, the noise of the cafeteria due to several conversations interested him but he never joined in, it was best, he thought, and kept eating until it was time to go to the library and study. Though Jax never actually studied, and when he did it was only because of something that interested him. He more read to calm his thoughts, the stress of homework, assignments and studying not safe for himself (or perhaps others), though somehow he kept on top of the work load that was presented to him.
I continued to sew, and I could see that the skirt was coming together. The size wasn't perfect, the belt was a little crooked, but, it looked good overall and it can be easily fixed. I looked down at my tablet, that read 10:56.
"Guys, I'm going to go get a head start for the library for Personal Study. See you guys at lunch!" I smiled and waved at Amelia and Addie. I started to gather my stuff up, and go and put it back on the back table. I took the machine first, and without dropping it, brought it to the back table. Soon after I put the mass of fabric on top of a small cabinet in the corner of the room. I grabbed my tablet, cord, and bag and started to walk to the library. I started down the hall, pulling out my tablet. I reviewed my schedule once again as I walked, to make sure I wasn't going to the wrong place.
I then entered the library, and went straight to the academic material. I levitated a math textbook off the shelf and onto a nearby table, where I saw a boy was sitting. I didn't see him much, but I recognized him as Jax, one of the guys in Dorm B. I sat down where my math textbook dropped, about 5 seats away from Jax. Jax was shy, and I wanted to make him feel welcome.
"Hi Jax." I said smiling a bit.
I then returned to my textbook, and began to work on bisectors. I took out some grid paper and practiced a few problems, and began to really understand the concept. I then flipped to another page, and tried some more.
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