"We all thought things could change…but we were wrong…"
Courtney pov
My very first day at a new school for the third time this year. I knew I wasn't the cause of the moving, but I just have this feeling that I'm causing it. My farther assures me that it isn't my fault it's just his job, and we leave it at that. So here I am sitting in the front sit with my mother yapping happily about the new year and how I'll be successful and make friends fast. Everyone knows that's just mother talk for 'I hope you don't have that bad of a sluggish day.' She stopped in front of the school. It was amazing high school. I'm not saying it's huge or nice inside, its just like a normal school, moldy bricks, tiled floors that dimly shine, wooden doors and jam pack hallways. This school had something different like a scent of mystery I don't know it's just like that. I opened my door and walked right into the court yard and soon enough all eyes were on me. This is one reason why I hated being new. People categorizes you as things they believe you are. Of course when 'life give you lemons make lemonade'…. I hope that lemonade is sweet.I walk up to the school consular. She seemed like a polite lady, the old grandma sweet knitting type. I read my schedule Science first, then mathematics, creative writing, gym, lunch, S.S, then study hall. I sighed I hated gym, that is the most cruel punishment that anyone had to suffer, I think it goes against one of our freedoms in the bill of rights. I walk down the overly packed hallways. I made it to Science, alive at least. I stood there not sure where to sit, the finale bell rang and the teacher stepped in. He was a mid old man, Mr. Craig they called him. He had a very squared head and he was either bald or shaved his head. He shook my hand roughly and turned to the classed to present me. "Ladies and Gentleman this is Courtney she just moved here and why don't you make you feel comfortable other than throwing paper air planes at her…" He stared at a boy who was creating an air plane. "Or whisper something that is 2 feet away from hearing rang when the person you are talking about is right there…" This time he glared coolly at a girl in the front. He looks up around the room. "Umm…Courtney why don't you sit at that table over there." He pointed at a table by the window, no one else was sitting there. Murmurs were passed to each other. I sat down at the table confused why no one else is sitting there, it's perfectly fine except for the brunt marks on it's legs and tabletop. Mr. Craig began to explain the lesson today leaving me to wonder about this place. My hands trace around the burned marks. I felt something rub in between my finger and the smooth tabletop. I look down and see a powder on my hand. Not having a napkin around or a paper towel I just did the next thing possibly, I wipe it on my jeans. The table smelled weird, like gasoline weird, but there was nothing on it, this aroused the curiosity in me. Soon my thoughts where crushed by the bell. I gather all my things and head for my next class. Mathematics were a breeze for me, I love this class so much. The teacher Miss. Cradock made it very interesting, she was more different like than other teachers…she gave us a crown of flowers if we got a question right…if we didn't she would whack a ruler on our desk and make us stand up and recite how we solved the problem. She was mean but she made the class obey. In creative writing today we talked about how to write different point of views on things, and we where suppose to write our point of view on an object and share it with our partners point of view. My partner happened to be Maggie Morris. She had hair the color of pale ale, she had freckles on her checks and nose. She was quiet and nice, very organized. We finished our assignment early and gave us a chance to talk. I learned that she liked drama movies, and loved reality TV shows. I couldn't help but to agree on drama movies but real drama is annoying. She was also in my gym class so we deiced to walk together. The coach (Coach Hill) was kind of hyper like he was one of his own students…I mean there nothing wrong with that but its just creepy in a way. We played football today. The boy's got really competitive about it resulting the girls to sit out one game to watch the mongrel boys fight over the pig skin as if it was their life. I sat on the bleachers watching while Maggie was staring and sighing dream like at a group of teens. I looked where she was staring at. There was a group of teens jogging on the track repeatedly. They weren't in our gym class they where wearing uniforms. "Hey Maggie who are they?" I ask. Maggie stared at me with the expression 'where have you been?' but then she remembered I'm new here. "Those teens over there are the specials or the people who gotten detention…" I cock my eyebrow "detention? I thought that was only after school." Maggie shook her head. "There are two types of detentions at this school there is the after school one like you mention but then there's the for all year round." "The all year round one?" Maggie smiled "Yeah the all year round one is for the specials who are well different I guess we don't really know because only a few people get sent there, and we only see them during gym." I nodded. "Surely they get to go home right?" Maggie shrugged. "I never saw one of them come off a bus in my life. Soon the 'specials' reached where Maggie and I were standing. A guy in red shorts and gray tank shirt stared at me. The girl next to him whispered something into his ear and both of them shook there heads. I let my jaw drop. They where talking about me and the shook there heads sadly at me? How dare they! "Hey! What's the matter with me! Don't shake your head sadly at me for no reason!" I yelled. The guy with the red shorts and gray tank-shirt came over to me. He looked like the average bad boy. He had a green moe hawk and piercing all over his face. The top of his arms were badly burned. "Hey little girl," He pointed at me. " Don't make a scene unless there's a scene to make." He smirked and left. I grumbled and sat back down. He looked back and shouted something at me. "See you soon! I'll show you around in 851212!" I stared confused at him. What? 851212? What the hell was that! I was about to run up to him and punch him, but the bell seems not to be on my side today. It was lunch time and Maggie volunteered to show me the best place to sit at lunch. I put things gently back into my locker. Maggie and I just talked about homework assignments and never heard that whistling noise behind us. I felt a gush of wind pass us, as a little boy came rushing thru running for his life. I look behind me and this huge meaty guy comes and pushes Maggie and I down. I was pushed the hardest and feel down the stairs. The stairs are evil I swear, I hit my head and heard a sickening crack. My head hurt like hell and numbers kept on circling my vision. 8...5..1..12? I here a scream and people running. A teacher comes by me and I notice it's Mr. Craig he scoops me up and curses under his breath. "I'm sorry Courtney but you have a Detention today and for the rest of the year." What! I cant have a detention I haven't done anything wrong. Then I noticed something, the glow on my arm, this relaxing feeling, then I hear a pop and look at my arm. It didn't hurt, it was normal again, I could move it. Oh no what happened to me! Why am I getting a detention! I felt dizzy and fainted. I woke up in the medical wing. Finding my legs being strapped down. What the heck? Why am I here? Then I remembered, stupid stairs. I see the knob turn and look over, three people walked in. One was the principle of the high school, another is the schools nurse and the other one is a man in an expensive suit and wore dark shades, he introduced himself has the spectator. The principle and nurse huddled around me. "Courtney this is the principle of the 'special' school. We think it's best if you answer his question and do what he says you should do. I nod not fully grabbing onto what I'm doing. The principle and nurse left the room quickly. The spectator sat down across from me. "Courtney what do you remember last?" I reviewed in my mind and try finding a non-weird way of telling the story. "I got pushed down the stairs." The spectator nodded. "When you fell did you see numbers or a glow or a intense burn?" I recall and I remembered "I saw numbers." The spectator wrote something down. "I see and what where the numbers?" I try to think as hard as I could. " There where 4 of them, one was an 8 and the next two where 5 and 1 I think the last one was 12?" I heard him mutter heal underneath his breath. "Courtney did you know that you broke your collar bone and sprained your ankle when you fell down the stairs?" I shook my head. "Well can you move your arms and leg for me?" I stared at my ankle, I gave it a short jiggle and nothing hurt, or gave me a shock of pain. It was fine. The spectator wrote something down again. "Courtney I'm afraid to say this but your coming with us, your going to have to get a year round detention. I gasped. "what the heck? How did I get detention! I'm a perfect student, straight A's, never tardy, and today is my first day of school and get an detention!" Spectator nodded and smile, "don't worry I promise you that you'll have a blast at our program." I sighed. "Wait do I get to live with my parents still?" Spectator chuckled. "Nope! You get to live at the center, the Student Detention Center For Specials…" I shook my head. "Why am I now a 'special' and what about my family and stuff?" Spectator just waved " Don't worry your stuff is on your way and as for your parents we tell them what's going on and they have to sign a document or else we have put force behind it." "You never answered the special thing!" The spectator sighed. "The Special program is for teens that have unusually abilities that can be helpful or destructive, doesn't matter but we take those teens who hold such abilities and send them there to learn a few things. Don't worry Miss. Courtney you are perfectly safe there and you will receive a full on education and be out before the new school year." I had a feeling he was making some of this stuff up. Spectator got up from his chair and undid my strap on my feet. "Follow me Courtney I will introduce you to life." I followed him not because I was told to but because I wanted to challenge him, show him that I'm regular, normal, there is no way I'm different. He led me down the football field and down hallways. Suddenly I see a building, it is the same copy as the school except it's creepier and feels lie death. I see a huge wooden box behind it, it looked like an obstacle course. Behind that was a chamber that was mad out of metal and iron. It had the most depressing feeling when you stare at it. I look down the halls on the inside of the copy school. The inside was totally different. The only thing that was the same was the cafeteria. Spectator whistled and a girl came down the stairs. "Bridgette I would like you to show our new comer Courtney to her room." I stared at Bridgette she was the girl that was talking to the punk boy at the field today! I seethed a little at her. She looked down and nodded. The spectator left. Bridgette looked at me. "I'm sorry you're here, I guess it's kind of our fault." I cocked my head to the side. "Wha-" but she grabbed my arm and yanked me down the hall. " so this is the girls hallway, I think you're the newest girl we got and that makes it into an even number so your probably room mates with Izzy. Oh do I feel sorry for you!" "Huh? Why!"
"Oh Izzy is just a like bit hyper at times, don't worry you'll be fine with her." I wasn't relieved at all. Bridgette opened the door to the room. It was plain white, it was dorm room style, normal. My stuff was already there. I sighed and sat down on the corner of my new bed. "Hey Bridgette what do the numbers mean?" Bridgette frowns then smiles again. "Oh the numbers they represent the letters of the alphabet. Why what where your number?" "Umm mine were 8...5..1..12?" Bridgette gasped. "That's so cool! Heal! Well I better go back to my room or else Gwen might worry where I am. Why don't you sit with us fir breakfast tomorrow?" "Umm ok…I guess?" "Wake up call at 5:45 am don't be late, I mean it, don't be late things could happen." Before I could ask her another question she left. "Things could happen?" I repeated to myself. I quickly remembered what the by in gym said to me today "I'll show you around 851212..." Well 8 is H….5 is E…and two 12s are double L's… oh my gosh. HELL! Oh dear God what I have I gotten myself into!