Sanity is defined as the ability to think and behave in a normal and rational manner; sound mental health. But does anyone really have sanity?
"Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be."
~Miguel de Cervantes
Rationality
Silver was busy, much too busy to even pay attention to the people around him. He didn't even notice when the others were screaming. Because to him, there wasn't any sound. He didn't even noticed as the bodies hit the ground. The young male just continued to write, his pencil never stopped moving even as the gunman moved towards him. The redhead was completely ignorant of the world around him, at least until the body fell on his desk. He looked up to see the police moving in. What was going on?
"How was school today Silver?" The Headmaster asked. Silver just shrugged his shoulders. "I think it went well. There was police there. I wasn't paying much attention." Silver replied. "You need to work on actual school work rather than your stories." The Headmaster warned. "Whatever. I don't even care. I think the school is going to be closed for a while."
Silver headed up the stairs to the room he shared with five other boys. Each of them were around the age of 10 and all had been dropped off here to learn special skills. Skills they didn't actually learn. Instead they were shipped off to random school that 'suited their needs'. As if they had any real needs. Silver was the only one in his room that was actually in a higher school than the rest, most of them were in elementary school.
His roommates greeted him as he entered the room. Silver only mumbled a few greetings as he sat down on his bed. One of the boys came and sat down beside him. It was the dork, as everyone called him, Gold. Gold wasn't too smart or even that graceful. He had messy raven hair and golden eyes. His clothes were always crumpled and stained and he had to wear braces for an unknown reason. He once claimed it was because he got in a fight. No one believed that. "Hello Gold." Silver said softly. "I heard that people in your school was shot up." Gold said as he grinned. "I don't know. I wasn't paying much attention." Silver replied. "I bet you were writing again! Please tell me a story Silver!"
Silver was known as the story teller in the dorm and his room. People from the other rooms and even other dorms came to hear him tell stories. The six boys in Silver's room were Silver, Gold, Red, Green, Ruby and Black. There was at least two other rooms in their dorm that held others. The room next to them had four boys in it. Emerald, Wally, Diamond and Pearl. The room across from them had four boys in it. X and Lack-Two, Cheren and Hugh.
The dorm behind them held the girls. There was only two rooms used, rumour was that they were bigger than the boys' rooms. In one room there was nine girls in it. Blue, Yellow, Crystal, Sapphire, Platinum, White, Whi-Two, Y and Bianca. The other room was used by the Headmaster. A stern women who was named Aurea Juniper. No one was very fond of her.
Here in the School For Gifted Children, no one was really happy until they heard Silver's stories. Silver always knew how to make stories that really caught the listener's attention and evoke feelings. If anyone had a gift with words... It had to be Silver. 10 years old and he already could make someone cry over a short story or even believe a lie. Silver was a special kid for sure. And Aurea knew it.
"I'll tell a story... Tell everyone to meet me in the Common Room and I'll tell you a story about a boy who found his purpose."
