Chapter 2


A sharp ringing to the right side of my head dragged me back into the land of consciousness as I sat up, sharply. Turning my alarm off, I looked around the room I was in. Panic ran through me in the split seconds before realising why I wasn't at home.

Fortudio Academy.

It was only a few weeks ago that my life had been completely normal - just another high school student, doing well academically and taking part in the sports at my school. But then, when I started to get better and better at races, to the point where I could practice in private and run so fast I broke the world record, I knew something was up.

Not only that, but the discovery of my ability to read minds shocked me too; it took me a while to even realise I was doing it. I'd ask someone a question and just know what they were going to say before they said it. My new talent helped with the ladies too, but then again it wasn't like I'd ever had any problems in THAT department. I had a fleeting moment of wonder if I would get the same attention here, before tiredly lugging myself out of bed.

I checked the clock. 6:45. Pulling my uniform on, a t shirt and fitting trousers with red stripes on my left, and blue stripes on my right, I walked to the mirror to style my hair. In the early morning, I found it hard to get it right, but soon enough my black, 'spiky at the back, swooped fringe at the front' style was complete.

I could only grin at the memory of the faces of the professors I'd seen the evening before as they told me of how good they thought my powers were. Apparently getting both a physical and mental power was extremely rare, unheard of, even. Plus, I had managed to get into the gifted class straight away.

Pulling on trainers and heading to breakfast, another guy from the dorm across the hall fell into step beside me, peering round me to see both sides of my uniform.

"H-h-hey, I'm Scott." He stammered, wide eyed. "Is your uniform a joke, or...?"

He trailed off as I grinned, feeling the awe that filled Scott's head.

"Hey man, I'm Will. New last night, and no, the uniform isn't a prank. Breakfast is this way, right?" Scott seemed to bring himself into focus, stopping to turn his whole, muscled frame around to see where we were.

"I think so. It's too early for early morning directions." He yawned, and flexed his arms high above his head. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard the hustle and bustle of a canteen behind two large, light blue doors. Within a minute of me first stepping in, the whole room had gone quiet and everyone looked at me, the mass of confusion and shock coming from their heads became very difficult to block out.

Trying not to react, I collected bacon and eggs before sitting at a table near the center of the hall, inviting Scott to sit with me. It took around 5 minutes for a group of girls with green striped uniforms to approach me and gather around, giggling.

Not bad, I thought. Not bad at all.

This school was going to be fun, I could tell.

The End

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