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hey guys...ya i know i haven't finished my other fics but i will! i just need a little fresh air and i think writing something like this will give me just that.it will be a little different from my usual stuff but it will work...so ENJOY!
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PROLOGUE
Upstate California, 1995
Kaede Yimi stood in the doorway, watching the children on the playground while keeping an eye on the weather. As headmistress of Shikon Academy, a small private school, it was her duty to oversee ever aspect of the daily routine, including the welfare of the children.
Granted, her teachers were doing their part as they stood duty out on the playground, but Kaede had a bird's eye view from the top of the steps. As she watched, she felt a shift in the wind and glanced up at the sky. The light, fluffy clumps of clouds that had been there earlier were now massing into something large and dark. Although the play period was not over, she didn't want to take a chance on one of the children being struck by lightning, so she hurried into her office and rang the bell. It echoed throughout the building and out on the grounds, and eve though she was still inside, she could hear the collective shouts of the children's dismay.
As she reached the top steps, the first rumble of thunder shook the windows. The children's reluctance to end their play was replaced with frantic haste as the teachers began herding them inside.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Kaede shouted, calling to the youngest children at the very farthest end of the grounds. "It's going to storm. You must come inside!"
Kagome Higurashi and her best friend, Kikyo, had been at the top of the slide when the first bell rang. At six years old, their dilemma now became one of climbing back down the steps or sliding down and risking the wrath of having "played" when they were supposed to be going inside. When the second ripple of thunder shattered the sky above them Kikyo began to cry. Kagome took her by the hand, uncertain of what to do.
Kaede could tell the children were in trouble and bolted down the steps. As she ran, it occurred to her that she should be in better shape, but the thought disappeared with the first drops of rain upon her face.
"Come, children, come." He urged, standing at the foot of the slide. "It's all right. Just slide to me. We'll go inside together."
Kagome tugged at Kikyo's hand, giving her a brave little smile.
"Come on, Kikyo…we'll go together, like always."
Kikyo sniffled and nodded, and moments later they went flying down the slick, metal surface and right into Miss Kaede's arms.
"That's my good girls," she said, quickly taking each one by the hand. "Now let's run. I'll bet I can beat you."
The girls squealed and pulled loose from her grasp as they tore off across the yard. She sighed with relief and then started after them at a jog, knowing full well she was going to be wet before she got back.
They were nowhere in sight as she entered the building. But as her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, she saw them at the far end of the hall, scurrying toward the last room on the left.
She'd almost forgotten. Today was Thursday. The Gifted and Talented Class met on Thursdays. The tiniest of doubt that crosser her mind was not the first she'd had as she watched the door close behind them. It wasn't as if she was allowing anyone to harm them. Quite the opposite. Those five little girls had one thing in common that had garnered them access to the class. And the money she'd received as a "special endowment" for allowing the class to proceed was not something she could overlook. The fact that the parents didn't realize the true nature of the class often disturbed her, but she knew the children were not being harmed. Besides, it was already done, and that was that.
A strong gust of wind blew a curtain of rain against the backs of her legs. Turning her mind to more pertinent affairs, she quickly shut the doors of the main entrance and went to her office. There was always paperwork to be done.
Inside the last room on the left, face little grills sat quietly in their respective chairs, watching for the teacher to begin. The glass in the windows rattled as thunder continued to rumble. They didn't hear the rain peppering against the windows or see the lightning as it began to flash. Their eyes were on the teacher, their minds focused on the sound of his voice.
That night, long after the children had gone home, the storm still raged. Wind-whipped trees bent low to the ground, their branches bowing in supplication to the greater strength of the storm.
Just before midnight, a great shaft of lightning came down from the sky, shattering wood and shingles alike as it pierced the roof of the school. Before anyone noticed, the school was completely engulfed in flames. By morning, there was nothing left but an exterior wall and a huge pile of smoldering timbers. Kaede Yimi stood on the outskirts of the playground, looking at what was left of her school in disbelief. She didn't have the resources to start all over again, and going back into the classroom as a teacher didn't seem possible, either. Her dream was finished. Her heart had been broken.
Within the week, all the students had transferred. Some to private school, others moved into the public school system. The five who'd been chosen for the gifted class were mainstreamed into first-grade classes in three different districts, and life went on. They learned. They grew. And ever night their parents put them to bed, unaware of the time bomb that ticked in their daughter's heads.
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