Chapter 2 part 1

Chapter Two
Things at the Academy 

      First of all, I had never been away from home for more than a week for camps and such, for another, I'm not one to do crazy things. My friends had been pressuring me to have some YOLO moments for years. The only thing I had ever done that was even close, was to hang a sign on the side of a van with some of my friends that said "Honk if you want free ice cream". The van had driven around all day not knowing why people were honking at it. I think moving to a school halfway across the country topped that one.

When I woke up the next morning I couldn't stop questioning my decision even though I was already here. The six other girls didn't seem surprised to see me.

"Hailey and Jen both got here the same way," said Carly a girl who had been here the longest. "I haven't found out my power yet. The evaluation doesn't always work. But four months seems pretty steep to me doesn't it?"

I thought so too, although I didn't understand really what the 'evaluation' was. Carly was only fourteen,

"They only take new students when the new school year starts, but I had to leave home early, so they've really only tested me four times."

"They scout for us during the summer so we get here on time. It makes me wonder why you got here so late in the year." Said Jen complacently directing her comment to me. "We all got here in within July and August."

We were all in the revolting common room waiting for the rest of the boys to be done getting dressed. Carly had assured me everyone stayed in their pajamas for breakfast. We were sitting in the extremely cushy couches getting to know everyone. I was also the oldest one there. "Since today is the first day of the term they'll do the orientation and everything will start making sense," said Carly.

I was grateful for the other girls' welcoming me before they even knew me. We played games while we waited, not just for the boys but also for our youth leader.

Here's a little blast from the past. This was the very first story I actually finished. It's out order but I didn't change any of the writing so there's tons of mistakes. I really want to redo this book because it's a good story but it's terrible writing in some places. So I gave you a taste some of what I thought was good writing when I was about 11. Try to guess what the story is about!

Prolog

The prophesy

When the sixth moon comes and the moon is red,

Then you shall know truth I have said.

With hair of flame and eyes of the trees,

Comes a maiden, who is a master of seas.

Though she will be unlikely, she holds the royal ring,

She is our rightful ruler, older sister to the king.

-Plithe the British snow dragon

    The woman staggered to the bank of the little stream she had played in as a child. She fell down and lay in the cool water but soon remembered her purpose and she rolled out of the stream. She tied a gag around her mouth and then put both hands on the broken arrow shaft in her back and pulled. Seat and tears of pain poured down her face but in a moment the arrow was finally free. She tried to staunch the flow of blood but then she realized that she had made a mistake in removing the arrow without proper care. She slowly pushed the basket she had been carrying toward the stream, the basket that was the reason she had come here, and she knew that the basket was the whole future of this country. She lifted the lid and stared into the face of a two-year old baby girl. Even though the woman knew she was doing the right thing she was saddened to see the little princess be taken away by the stream. “Be safe tiny princess although this revolution is not over, I know someday you will return to this country and set things to right. Farwell Tennille” she said. And with tears in her eyes she placed her letter explaining who this baby was in the basket replaced the lid and with her last strength pushed it into the stream.

Chapter three

Aboard the blood tide

            Blackbeard introduced Christy to the rest of the crew “this is Ten” he said in his great booming voice. The crew all had nicknames like Peg Leg Joe, One-eyed Pete, and Wet John. Then from the cabin that Blackbeard said was the captain’s cabin came a man that frightened Christy or Ten as she was now called. The man that stepped forward had willed brown hair that was topped with black pirate’s cap, his eyes were hazel but stonily cold, his face was scarred and he had only one ear. His black coat was concealing an array of pistols, blunderbusses’, sharp thronging daggers, and a long sharp sword witch he now unsheathed. He pointed his gold-hilted sword at Ten and said “who is, this you scurvy dogs” all men except for Blackbeard stepped back in fright. “This is Ten captain” he said saluting “I thought she might be useful as a cabin girl” “what” the captain shouted “you hired someone without my permission” “no captain, I took her here to get your permission” said Blackbeard “permission not granted” said the captain hardly waiting to hear what Blackbeard was saying. The captain started to turn away and then he stopped and looked at Ten, “well she may be of some use to us” he said “how old is she?” asked the captain “ten” answered Black Beard “well she must be at least twelve to be a cabin girl” said the captain “that’s why I thought to train her up now and when the time comes she will be your cabin girl” said Black Beard. The captain thought for a moment “very well” he said “but I will put you in charge of her Black Beard” “yes captain” said Blackbeard and without another word the captain returned to his cabin.

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Part 4

This next part concludes chapter 1.

Needless to say, there was so much on my mind I found it hard to sleep. The dorms were nice, good beds and enough room for the three other girls in my room. The common room on the other hand, looked like someone had had too muck fun picking out furniture. It reminded me forcibly of the 80s. Everything seemed to be a different shade of yellow. The couches, the carpet, even the walls were painted a sickly mustard color. The neon pillows decorating the sofas and chairs had almost given me a headache.

I had used the penlight on Andy's pocketknife to navigate in the girls' room so I wouldn't wake anyone up. One girl at the far end of the room was snoring louder then a foghorn adding to my discomfort.

Things had changed so dramatically in the last two days. I had gone from an average teenager, to someone with potential powers living in a school full of people just like me. 

I need advise!
So what do you call a girl that is really pretty and vain?
Like a girl equivalent of a pretty boy.
Any ideas?

Part 3

Here's the next part hope you like it!

Boarding the plane was hassle free. Since the school was paying for it, I was a first class passenger with plenty of room for my bags. I watched a movie on the TV screen for a while before I got board and was overcome by the desire to stand and walk around. Andy taught me a new card game and we played it over and over for an hour. I had only ever been on an airplane once but Andy and his friends had gone to Peru last summer and had needed to change planes four times to get there.

"This is one thing Jared did last time," he said referring to one of his friends and winking slyly. The flight attendants were taking orders for drinks.

"Would you like anything to drink?" She asked us. She was older and wore way too much makeup.

"Just some ginger ale," I said.

"I'll have cranberry apple," said Andy.

The flight attendant returned with our drinks.

Andy looked at his "I asked for apple juice," he said.

The attendant apologized and went to correct her mistake.

I leaned over "no you didn't" I said.

Andy winked again as she returned.

"Here you are sir," she said.

Andy looked at it again

"I don't ever remember having orange juice so watered down."

The flight attendant looked confused

"But you ordered..."

"Orange juice, didn't I Jess?"

I was trying hard not to laugh, but I nodded. The attended left again and returned. This time Andy swore he had requested sprite. Finally the attendant had had it and stomped off muttering something about 'crazy teenagers'. We had a good hearty laugh, although Andy received no drink.

The plane ride ended after about four and a half hours. I fell asleep in the bus that would take us to the nearest Metro station. Since it was so late, the underground train was empty enough that we were able to sit down. Andy kept me awake with endless games of rock-paper-scissors. The Metro ride ended at Foggy Bottom, and we took the long escalator back up to the city. It had started to rain, the clouds blocking out the stars and moon completely. Andy was good with maps and instructions, which was part of the reason my Dad hadn't taken me. The rain made me feel cold and uncomfortable.

We didn't need to walk far before we were there. A large building that was comfortably old-fashioned, not ugly and Victorian, but with a certain style that was pleasant. It was large and spread out. And as far as I could tell it was only two floors. It reminded me of a collage the way there were several buildings all grouped together. There was a wrought, iron fence that twisted in an unusual pattern.

Andy set my bags down and opened it for me. I started getting nervous as we walked down the long drive to the reception office.

"Do you think we should knock?" Asked Andy.

I shrugged "it's almost 2:00 am, it's probably locked."

Andy knocked on the door. There was only a little light shinning through the door. My hair had started to curl in the rain as we waited. A voice came over an intercom.

"Was that a knock at the door?" The voice startled both of us, but I recognized it as professor Mason's.

Louder he said, "Is anyone there?"

I answered "yes, it's Jessica Wilson."

I could make out a conversation in the background.

"Who shows up at 2:00 am?" It was a girl's voice,

"I don't know, but it's pouring like a Hollywood rain machine out there!" That voice was a woman’s, high and musical.

"Well you two could discuss it but I on the other hand am going to invite them in." Said professor Mason exasperated. "Collin would you?"

The intercom went fuzzy. I first saw the boy called Collin through the fogged window. His messy black-brown hair fell across his face so it was hard to see his eyes. Collin opened the door and wordlessly took the bags from Andy and me.

"Thank you," he didn't seem to have heard me.

I watched his tall figure walk down a dark hallway slightly hampered by my bags. We stood in the front room wondering what to do. It looked like a small hotel front desk. The light was on over the desk so we sat on a cushioned bench and waited. We stood as Collin returned and in the light I saw him better, he was really good looking in a rugged sort of way.

"Okay, everyone's asleep so I guess I'll do this. Welcome to the I.M.T.Y, I'm sure one of the teachers filled you in on what this school is. I'm Collin I'm one of the youth leaders for one of the divisions. We'll explain more about that tomorrow." He yawned and stretched a little.

"Since you're new you'll be staying in the Yellow division until your power is decided. That dormitory is through that door and straight to the first building you see," he gestured to the said door. "When you get to the common room use the left door for the girl's side." He started to leave and Andy and I both started talking at once,

"What about me?"

"Wait a minuet, what is this place?"

He turned back to us "your brother can sleep in the boys half of your same dorms for tonight. As to your question, it's a school."