Previously
"Kati? You have cheerleading practice!" my mother yells. I bolt up, I had fallen asleep doing homework, and I had less than five minutes to get on my cheer practice clothes and sneakers, and be out the door. I'm 13, but everyone seems to treat me like I'm 17. I'm not smarter than I should be, but just different. More...advanced I guess. I pull on purple shorts and a grey t-shirt, white sneakers, and am out the door.
"5,6,7,8 and 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8!" our coach, Melissa yells at us. We are trying out a new routine, me as the flyer. I'm small boned, short, just generally small. They mount me and I fly, my legs apart in a V.
"One more time!" Melissa yells. By the time we are finished, I'm tired, drenched with sweat, and just about ready to fall asleep, again. When I get home I jump in the shower and when I get out, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask sleepily into the phone.
"Hi, Katima. I am Whisper." the voice says.
"My name is Kati. No one calls me Katima." I reply.
"Good night, Katima." the voice says, finally. I don't hang up the phone, and I hear a screech on the other end.
The next morning I wake up in the room of three girls, they weren't in my room but I could tell from their beds, one girl was blond, brushed her hair a lot, clean, petit, smart. The others were exactly alike, messy, brown hair, but popular, in charge. My own hair doesn't match any of the other girl's. Mine was a vibrant red, my eyes dark brown, my skin pale.
"Hello?" I call out. I know that I'm at a school, somewhere I can't escape. I can feel it, creeping into me.
"Hello." a voice says as the door opens.
"Are you one of my roommates?" I ask. I think about it. "You are. You're the one who sleeps over there." I say, pointing to the bed next to mine, occupied by the blond.
"Yes. I'm Odessa, or Oddie. Who are you? Do you know why you are here?" she asks.
"I'm Katima, call me Kati. I can't figure anything out except that I can't leave." I explain.
"You have an extra ability, as does everyone here. Mine is that I can see small things, really far away. Small details."
"Our other roommates, are they sisters? Twins?" I ask suddenly.
"Yes, McKayla and McKenna. How did you know that?" Oddie asks.
"They are messy, they both share the same brown hair, they are both popular. In charge of the school, am I wrong?" I ask.
"No you are right on. Where are you from, Kati?" Oddie asks.
"Australia. How bout you?" I ask.
"Providence of Ontario. It's in Canada." Oddie says.
"Orientation film will begin in 30 minutes." says a familiar voice over the intercom."
"Whisper?" I ask.
"She's the school's main computer system." Oddie says.
"Come on, lets get you there." Oddie says. I've got plaid pajamas on and a tee-shirt.
"You need to change." Oddie instructs.
"Into what?" I ask. Oddie goes into the closet behind me and pulls out a blue button down shirt, a brown skirt, a red sweater vest, and black mary janes. I raise my eyebrow, but change and Oddie leads me to the building needed to be for the film. She leaves me and a moniter gives me a computer and headset to listen to.
"Hello, and welcome to Tower Prep. You are here because you have a special talet!" the computer blares. I listen to the whole thing as it drones on, telling me stuff I already know. When it's done, they give me a different laptop, one without the film on it. I open it.
"Hello, Katima. You should be in Art's classroom." Whisper says. I pull up a map and follow it's directions to Art. I open the door and everyone stops.
"Hello, you must be Katima." the woman at the front of the room says.
"Kati." I reply.
"Well...how about you sit next to...oh there's an open seat next to Mr. Archer." she says. I look and I don't see a Mr. Archer in this class room.
"Where is he?" I ask. Suddenly. I didn't even know who I was talking about.
"Who Kati? Ian's right here." Art says, pointing to an older boy with golden colored hair and greyish blue eyes.
"Not him, where's Tony?" I ask.I panic, I'm not the one controlling what I'm saying.
"Kati, are you okay? Can you please take your seat?" Art asks. I nod and walk to the left part of the front row. I take a seat and notice that I'm the youngest one here.
"Period 1 is now over." Whisper says. I get an idea and take off, towards the Headmaster's office. I throw the door open.
"Can I help you, Miss Bowler?" Headmaster asks.
"Why am I the youngest one here?" I ask.
"Kati, you are very special. I assure you that you aren't the youngest one to come here." Headmaster says.
"Who would that be?" I ask.
"You know him already, he left his home in Australia to join us here when he was 12, you were nine." Headmaster says. I look at Headmaster and study his face.
"Who?" I demand.
"Period 2 is starting in 20 seconds." Whisper's voice says.
"He's in your next class, go to History, Kati." Headmaster says. I take off, running into History, making it just after the last bell. Crap. I curse in my head.
"You are late, Miss Bowler."
"I was with Headmaster." I say.
"You are still late. You will do a 10-"
"KATI?" a voice says. I look up into the class and see a person, vaugely familiar, tall, with brown hair, blue eyes, standing up, pointing at me. Then it hit's me.
"Tony?" I yell back.
"Fenton, Katima, you may ketch up in your own time right now we need to continue class." History says.
"Fine, but where do I sit?" I asks.
"Next to Miss Sato." History instructs. I go and sit where he points.
Nobody's POV
Katima walks through the hallways, heads turn in every direction. Not from her normal beauty, but her exotic hair, pale skin, her walk like a cheetah, graceful, but dangerous, but in reality, she was nothing more than a kitten. She bursts into History's room as History is in a deer lecture. Fenton is in deep thought when he see's the burst of red out of the corner of his eye, a burst of red he knows just a little too well. The History teacher feels a sudden anger that someone had interupted his class, but he had started it early, and once he looked at the girl, he had to fight to stay mad. She was easily the youngest, smallest student here. From her records, History knew she was 13, but she looked only 11. She was exotic, something that nobody was used to at Tower Prep was her burst of color, the red of her hair brings out the darkness of her eyes, the paleness of her skin. She had everyone's attention, and yet she seemed all she wanted to do is fight. She seemed to fragile to fight, to hurt even a fly, but her expression screamed that she could kill.