A Really Weird Day

Kaden Collins had always been a bit different from his classmates at Trinity High in Massachusetts. Yes, he was unbelievably adorable with his light brown hair that hung messily over his eyes, lean frame, and crystal blue eyes which made the girls unquestionably love him and want to be his, but he was still different from his peers. He didn't have many friends, the one's he did have hung all over him like he was a trophy they were showing off. Kaden was quiet, laidback, and he was also very nice, he listened to his friend's problems, and tried to help as best as he could, but something was wrong with him.

Ever since his 13th birthday he was able to do stuff a normal human couldn't do. He found this out when he got mad at his foster father for taking away his favorite video game, losing control of his anger his eyes turned black and all the lights in the house shattered. That's when he was moved back to the orphanage, ever since then he barley used his new "powers," but he knew how to.

Kaden's mother had died in labor, and his father, well he didn't even know who his father was. So ever since a baby he was in the orphanage, going from foster home to foster home, school to school, it was no wonder he was quiet.

One Monday in November, his caretaker at the orphanage came up to Kaden's room finding the boy laying down in his bed, silently staring at the ceiling. "Kaden, there are people here. They have asked to meet you."

"What's the point?" Kaden asked nonmoving.

"Just come and meet them." The caretaker turned and walked back down to the office where, most likely, the couple waited to meet him.

With a long, drawn out sigh, Kaden emerged from his warm bed and strode down the hallway, dreading every footstep he took.

He finally reached the closed door, and as he's done a million of times since he was a boy, he knocked silently on the door. A "Come in" sounded from inside and Kaden opened the door, dread lurking in his stomach.

The couple inside were very beautiful people, who had beautiful clothes, and good manners, Kaden knew right away these people were rich. They stood up upon his entering, and greeted him with a hello. Kaden was polite and shook both of their hands and mumbled a hello as well. Then they took their seats.

The caretaker went over all of his information, and then the couple asked Kaden questions, many questions, and finally Kaden was dismissed to his room.

This foster care thing was getting old now, no longer did he anticipate new parents, he was sick of it. He just wanted to stay in one spot with a nice family until he went to college. But hey, that was way too much to ask for.

Kaden laid there for what seemed like hours before the caretaker marched into his room and told him the good news that the couple picked him. Whoopee, thought Kaden.

After another nauseating hour his new parents came up to his room and helped him carry down his belongings, which there was very little of. This routine was one he had memorized very clearly, he would go to his new home with his new family, everything would be fine, new school, new friends. And then something bad would happen, and he would be sent back, easy as pie. No tricks or twists, it went exactly like that…always.

So following the packing of his stuff, Kaden said goodbye to his caretaker for the thousandth time and climbed into the BMW that awaited him. The ride was awkward as always, no one spoke; unless they came up with another question ask him.

"You're going to like your new school; it's a bit different from most high schools." Caroline, which was his new mother's name, said with enthusiasm.

"Different how?" This was new; usually they just said "You're going to like your new school." Not, "It's different from most high schools." So it peeked his interest a bit.

"Well, it's private. There are uniforms, and most of the kids live at the dorms on campus. Sort of a mini version of college." She said glancing back at him.

Private? Uniforms? No freaking way! Thought Kaden in pure horror.

"Kaden?" His name pulled him out of his stupor.

"Hmm? I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" He said in a very quiet tone.

"Would you rather stay at the dorms or at home with us?" She said smiling at him, flashing her white teeth.

"Uhhh, I'll try the dorm I guess." Dorm's were new for him, it could be fun, and staying out of direct contact with his parents might keep him with this foster family a little longer than usual. But uniforms? He didn't know how he would deal with that. And weren't private schools extremely strict? This was going to be fun.

"Ok sweetie, you start tomorrow." She said turning around to leave a horror struck Kaden sitting in the back.

"T-tomorrow? But I just arrived." Kaden stammered, this was so not going by his usual routine, he always had at least three days before he started school.

"Yes, Spenser is very fast at entering new students." This woman was way too cheery. "This way you won't have to unpack a thing until you move into the dorm."

"Uh, when am I moving in exactly?" Dread was creeping down his spine.

"Well, let's see, its only twelve, we should get to Ipswich in about a half an hour. From there we can go right over to the school and get you all set up. You might even be able to move in tonight." Kaden stared at her, his mouth agape. Was she serious? What was the point of adopting a kid if they were just going to throw him on some schools doorstep before they even got to know him? This was weird.

"Don't I even get to see the house?" He asked.

"Oh yes, you will, but first I want to get you in school and on track." She said, so far only she had been talking, his new father, Richard, was very silent. But you know, that was normal for him to be silent, he just received a 17 year old son, it was supposed to be awkward. But this lady acted as if she fostered kids all the time and it was just very weird.

"Um, ok…I guess." After that they were silent, for the rest of the ride until they reached his new school…Spenser.

"So this is it, what do you think?" She asked as they climbed up the steps to the office.

"Uh…nice." Honestly, it was way to clean for him. Yea, the building was nice, and it looked important, but it just wasn't for him. None of this was, the way too small town, his family, the way the kids dressed around here, none of it. But as always he was willing to try it, it might work out. He laughed to himself at that…yeah right it will work out, it never does.

So after four and a half hours of paperwork, a lot of money being wrote out on a check, and a whole tour of the school, ending at the entrance of his dorm, he was set free of his new foster parents. Actually, he was sort of glad to be rid of them, especially Caroline, she sort of freaked him out.

"Well Mr. Collins, here's your schedule, your uniform, and your dorm. Don't worry about classes tomorrow, you can spend the day exploring the school, and talking with the students. But that will be your only day, Wednesday you start classes." And just like that the headmaster turned away leaving a still stunned Kaden in front of his new room. Things were happening way to fast.

Slowly at first Kaden turned to his bedroom door, what lay beyond was a mystery to him. But his shoulder was killing him and all his stuff in the hall had to be moved before the other kids emerged from the classrooms. So using his key he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The room was nice, it was also pretty big. A small refrigerator was placed in the corner, the laptop that came with the room was sitting upon a desk, a small bathroom in the back made itself known to him, and two twin beds took up the rest of the area. That's what Kaden looked at, the part about the "two". Someone was already living here. Great. I have to share.

With another sigh Kaden began to unpack his things, every once in awhile he would glance at the other side of the room, it was neatly kept, the comforter was a dark blue, posters of bikes and other things hung on the walls. A girl's photo was on one of the nightstands, she had dark hair, very tan skin, and she was slender, all in all she was a pretty girl, but she wasn't his type. Another photo was present, one of four guys all laughing hysterically about something, he wondered if one of them was his roommate, they all looked pretty tuff. With a shrug he finished unpacking in record time, two hours.

His side of the room was very plain, a lighter blue comforter then his neighbors, no posters, and he only had one picture on his nightstand, his birth mom. His clothing was neatly put away in his closet and his uniform sat on the top of his nightstand.

He flopped down on his bed with a sigh; it had been one long and crazy day. If he could just shut his eyes for a minute he would be better, but a minute soon turned to hours as he dozed off to sleep.

What seemed like seconds later to Kaden, laughing and talking outside the door woke him up. His roommate had arrived, and he brought friends with him.