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I smiled as I read my favorite book on the bus to Jump City. I made it. My grades blew any other applicants for this scholarship out of the water. Now i was on my way to a fresh start.
I only had one bag. Its not like I have a lot of things, being so poor.
I left my house early that morning to avoid my father. It was pretty cold out, it was late November. It was a Saturday, no school, but i had to meet Mr. Madrin outside the school so he could drive my to the bus station. So i waited outside the front doors for almost six hours until eleven thirty came and Mr. Madrin picked me up in his modest little station wagon.
There hadn't been much talk in the car. Just the occasional sigh or "Oh look at the color of that tree!". Mr. Madrin had kept his cool for most of the ride, but when we neared the bus company he broke down in tears.
"Mr. Madrin-" I started
"No no, "He said batting away my hand which i had placed on his shoulder, "Its a happy time. Its always good when you can finally break free and show people what you're capable of," He smiled at me proudly, "I know you'll do great."
The bus left at noon. At eleven fifty-five The dean was giving me his last hug.
"See ya, kid." He was trying to sound strong, I could tell, while he was dying inside having to say goodbye to someone he had grown so attached to. He wasn't the only one. I would miss him too.
I took all my steps from then on, alone. From the minute i waved goodbye to my friend i knew i was on my own.
Well, that's how i got to be on that bus reading my book. My favorite book. It was now only about fifteen minutes until i got off at Jump city. I had never been there before. I had never ever been outside the town i lived in.
I fondled with my hair and pressed out my pants with my hands. I felt the need to look nicer in this new city. I put my book away when the driver called out five more minutes. I watched out the window as the city came into view. It was as good as i had imagined it. Skyscrapers, artwork that people lived in jutted up everywhere. there were people as far as the eye could see, left and right. They were all in suits and nice dresses. I looked down at my own attire, a gray sweatshirt and jeans. What had been the average back home was casual here. Its not like my father would go out with me and buy nice clothes for special occasions.
I got off at my stop and took in the sights. To my left was a big concrete building. To my right was a small strip with fast food galore. And in front of me, down at least fifty blocks ahead at the end of a very long road, was the gleaming structure that would become my home. Its windows were like diamonds they were so clean and shiny. There were magnificent granite steps leading up to the front doors- and the front doors (obviously made of some expensive wood) were outlined in a golden material. There were guards outside the doors, and cameras on the rooftops.
I was scared. I almost wanted to run back to the bus and go back home. Too late. The bus was gone. I groped around and swiveled with my feet rooted to their spot. I must haved looked like a child who had just lost there mother in a large crowd of people. I felt like everyone around was staring and could hear my paniced heartbeat. I ran into the nearest store on the strip i could find.
The door slammed behind me. It got quiet as the customers looked up from what they were doing. Most were teens hanging in groups of about seven or eight, in very obvious cliques. There were the goths, the cheerleaders, the fat guys, and one weird group who were laughing like maniacs at something one of them had said. I ran into the bathroom and almost cried, but i just stood over the toilet and took deep breaths. I had never been so strayed in my life. My situation was this: i was in a place where I knew nobody, I was going to a school where I would be dirt to the rich kids, and once again i was alone.
Someone knocked on the door to the restroom. I quickly locked my stall and sat on the seat with my knees to my chest. I heard them come in. Look in each stall- they tried to get into mine but it was locked and they probably saw no feet- and then they left.
It was almost like they had been looking for something-
looking for me.
All day people came and went, and i stayed in my stall. I heard all their conversations. God! the people here were so so busy and lead such hectic lives! I heard a mother even tell her young daughter to shut up because she was working from her phone. I was going to fall behind these people.
It was hunger that finally drove me out of the bathroom. I clutched my shoulder and lifted each limp foot like they were anvils with weight. I saw the menu but nothing that i wanted. I had lost my appetite. It was time for me to move on to my destination.
The darkness outside was blinding like coming from blackness into sunlight. I was caught off guard by the streets still crowded with people. That would take getting used to.
From my pocket I retrieved a small card.
Jump City Academy for the Gifted
180 Main Lane, Jump City
Headmistress Sonlata Mikimiko
This was it. I don't how but now i was only yards away from the front doors. My mind was scrambling itself.
What if they forgot about me? what if they sent this card to the wrong person and i really didn't get in? What if this is all a big joke!
Too late. One of the guards was walking towards me.
"Rachel Roth?" He called out.
"Yes?" I squeaked.
"We're ready for you. If you would just come with me we can set up your papers." He smiled with a gentle mouth that reminded me of Mr. Madrin. He wasn't old, but still had to be at least in his mid or late twenties. He looked around for other bags.
"No just that." I said quietly. He just grinned.
"Great then lets go." He held out his arm ( a real gentleman as my books might say) and walked me up the steps, "If you could just put your thumb up here, we've got to register your fingerprint. For security reasons." I did as i was told and just like that, i was in.
But now, there would be know backing out.
Whew! that took a long time! i had already written chapter two, but i thought things were too rushed so i scrapped it and wrote this. PS i am just winging this so im open to suggestions and OCs.
NEXT TIME:
you will meet some familiar people.
