"Yona you're going to be late if you don't hurry up in there!"
"I-I'm coming just a moment!" Yona called back, scrubbing her face furiously.
She had spent almost the entire night crying, which she now regretted. Her eyes her red and puffy. Scrubbing only seemed to make them worse. How was she going to face everyone looking like this?
She sighed giving up hopes of possibly making a good impression. She didn't want to be late on top of everything. Quickly grabbing her bag, she ran out the bathroom.
As usual, the nurse waited for her, giving her fake smile. The only difference about her was that she seemed somewhat tired today. Her smile was even more forced, adding to her tired look.
"Let's hurry, you're going to be late!" She said heading out the door without her.
Yona quickly rushed to follow her. She wasn't she how the nurse was possibly able to find her way around here. The halls were bright white and identical. As far as she knew, they had no end. Most of the doors, that were also white weren't even labeled. The place reminded Yona largely of a maze. They both seemed to have no end.
After taking three turns into three different halls, they came to a stop with a door labeled power learning. The door had no window, but she could still hear the chatter of students.
"The only seats that are available is the ones in the back row I'm afraid." The nurse said as she opened the door.
"That's fine," Yona replied quickly.
Entering the room she instantly wanted to leave. As soon as she entered the students instantly stopped talking to one another to stare at her. She felt their eyes linger from her bandaged wrist to her bright red hair. Her cheeks instantly heated with embarrassment. She now felt rather thankful to be taking a seat in the back away from their gaze and whispers.
"I'll escort you back to your room once your classes are over." The nurse said as Yona took her seat in the back right corner.
All Yona could manage was to nod in return.
The classroom felt nothing like a classroom to her. While there were the familiar items like chairs, desks, and even a chalkboard. The room was far too clean. It felt as though it was being occupied with people for the first time, with everything looking as new looking as it was. Even the walls were a spotless bright white. But despite the bright walls, the room felt quite small and cramped. This was because of the lack of windows. Not a single window was found in the room. The only lighting came from the ceiling.
As Yona placed her bag down on her desk, she quickly realized that she had no class schedule. What was she going to do? Her nurse wouldn't be here until the end of her classes, which she had no idea to get to. Perhaps she could as the teacher at the end of this class. But maybe one of the students here could help.
Looking to her desk neighbor on her right she noticed that he was looked straight ahead with a bored expression on his face. In fact, he hadn't seemed to have looked at her once since she had arrived at her desk. His features looked feminine. His short stature made him look that he could be younger than her.
"Um excuse me, but by any chance do you-" but Yona was cut off by the angry glare he gave her in response.
She looked away with her cheeks burning in embarrassment and anger. She could hear him muttering something that sounded like, "damn rich students."
She wasn't sure how he knew her family was wealthy but that didn't matter to her. She did nothing to have him treat her so rudely. Why did it even matter to him if her family was wealthy? She was just about to give him an angry response when the back door at the left corner suddenly was slammed opened, causing her to divert her attention.
Standing in the hall stood a tall, young man with sharp blue eyes. He had short, messy black hair with fringes hanging below his eyes. His uniform indicated that he was a student. What caught her attention was that he seemed to be escorted by two guards that stood close to him.
The young student surveyed the room, his eyes darting from student to student. Most of the students avoided looking at him. The that did look at him only gave him annoyed glares. He seemed to be frantically looking for someone. But who? Her question was quickly answered as his eyes fell on her.
His eyes fell upon her face and suddenly a thousand emotions seemed to flicker on his face. For a moment, he looked shocked to see her. But next thing she knew he hurled towards her looking furious.
"What did he do to you?!" He shouted as he attempted to go to her desk. But he was stopped by the guards, who were holding each of his arms. They seemed to be prepared for this as they forcefully pulled him out of the room. He yelled angrily against their grip as his was pulled out of the hall. His voice soon faded though as the door was closed
Her desk neighbor was so shocked by the outburst that he had fallen off his seat. Yona nearly had herself. She gripped her desk tightly, just realizing she had been holding her breath.
Who was that person? Why he come to her class looking for her? Why did she feel like she seen him before? What did he mean when he had said, what did he do to you? Maybe he meant the men who attacked her, but how could he have known about that?
She had hardly noticed the whispering buzz that filled the room. They only silenced when the teacher entered the room. She was hardly able to listen to a word she was saying. Her mind was rushing with thoughts.
"What did you do to get on his bad side?" Her desk neighbor whispered, not paying attention to the teacher either.
She looked at him surprised to see that he was talking to her. Hadn't he made it clear that he didn't want anything to with her?
"I don't know. I've even never seen him before." Yona replied slowly.
Somehow what she told him felt like a lie. She had seen him before, but where? Her desk neighbor seemed to think that she was lying also because his eyes narrowed. For a moment she that he was going to say something else, but he merely shook his head and turned his attention back to the teacher.
Class ended in such a blur that she only noticed that it had ended when the sound of students leaving filled the room. All she had caught from the lesson was that people who were gifted had different powers types. This should of interested her, but she seemed to be unable to forget the student that seemed to know her. She kept going over in head wondering where she could have possibly seen him before.
Slowly packing her books she went to the teacher to ask for a class schedule. Walking up to her desk she noticed that the teacher was quite different from the nurse. Her dark hair was pulled in a bun so tight it looked at though in would snap out if she were to touch it. She didn't even bother looking at Yona she approached. She seemed to be making herself clear at she did not want to be talked to.
"Um excuse me, but I didn't I didn't receive a class schedule or any directions of where the classrooms are," Yona asked uncertainly as the teacher continued to go through her papers without looking at her.
"We don't have any class schedules. All you needed to do was follow the students, who would be going to the class you needed to go too." The teacher replied hardly even bothering to look her.
"But aren't we all scheduled to different classes?"
"No, we have a different building for each class. This allows us to hold a building that can hold their unique powers and special needs."
An entire different school for a single class of students? That sounded like a complete waste of space and money. Not even her school could afford to do that. And what did she mean to be able to hold them? That sounded as though students were trying to leave the school. Perhaps the broken students that she was told about were the ones.
"Um okay, what do I do now that I stayed behind?" Yona asked.
"Just walk out into the hall. There are guards that make sure none of the students go anywhere they're not supposed to be. If you ask they will lead you to your class." The teacher replied waving her hands at her, as though she were a pesky fly.
Yona nodded and left without saying thanks. Figuring that she probably wouldn't have cared if she had. It was obvious that she wanted her gone. Walking out of the hall she realized that the teacher was right, next to certain doors, guards stood next to them. It seemed that they came during certain times at classes.
Gathering her wits she walked up to the nearest guard and explain her situation.
"Alright, try to hurry and keep up, your going to be late this rate." He said quickly leaving the door he stood at and started walking ahead of her.
She quickly tagged behind him trying to keep up with his quick pace. She noticed that he wore a professional looking uniform that matched the rest of the guards. She was surprised by how quick he was able to find his way through the maze-like halls.
"This is your class," he said stopping suddenly as she nearly bumped into him.
The door they stopped at looked identical to the rest of the doors other than the fact that it was slightly larger.
"Erm right, thank you," Yona replied opening the door and walking inside.
Just like all the rooms she had been, this one was spotless white. The only main differences were it was quite larger. It seemed to be slightly bigger than a basketball court. She also noticed that it had no furniture in it other than two large machines, that looked like old fashion hair dryers. As she walked up closer she noticed that they were both hooked up to two students. Their eyes were both open but they stared right past here. As though they couldn't see her.
Yona stopped at her tracks staring in surprise. What was that machine? Did it make the students unable to see what was around them?
"Ah, Yona, your first day and you're already late." The teacher replied, just noticing her as she walked up to her.
" I um, I'm sorry," Yona replied, finding herself unable to take her eyes off of the machine.
"Well, you're up next. You might have had a bit of an idea what was going on if you arrived on time." The teacher replied with irritation dripping from her voice.
"Do you think you could tell me quickly, please?" Yona said quickly. Fear was rushing through her. There was no way she wanted to be trapped inside that machine.
" You'll get a short summary since your late. This is our virtual tech. We're using neural transmitters and kinetic signals to direct your brain thoughts into our computer. This allows you to experience a virtual training fight against the student that you will be fighting against. This way you will be able to train without causing any damage." The teacher replied sharply trying to hurry their conversation.
"But I have no idea on how I can use my powers!" Yona said feeling, even more, afraid than before.
There was no way that she could fight against a student! She hardly knew how she had been able to use her powers that had landed her into this entire mess. What if she hurt them like she had to those men who attacked her? But the teacher said it was virtual, that meant none of it was real. Or at least, it should. She looked at the students that sat in the virtual tech to see if the looked to be in any pain. Their faces were blank.
"You'll learn how to by facing your opponents. Experience is the best way to learn to do such things." The teacher replied as she directed her towards the virtual tech.
Looking at the seat that connected to the teach, she realized that it was empty. Turning behind, she saw that two students that once occupied it was being directed through a door. Both of them looked weary and though both of them appeared uninjured she noticed that one of them was limping. This concerned her greatly.
"Um you can't get injured through this tech, right?" Yona asked standing next to the seat.
"Correct," the teacher replied as she practically pushed her in the seat and, began fastening the cords to her.
Before she could ask any more questions that swarmed inside her head, the room darkened out of sight. In the blink of an eye, she was suddenly in a smaller room facing a student that stood right in front of her. It happened so quickly that she stumbled realizing that she was no longer sitting.
This was supposed to be the virtual world? It couldn't be. It felt real. Far too real. Looking closer at her surroundings, she recognized the students feminine features standing in front of her. He was her desk neighbor. Standing up, she saw that he was the same height as her. He avoided her gaze as he stood impatiently. As though he was waiting for something.
She quickly realized what that something was as suddenly a large timer appeared on the wall. It was followed by a voice that came from a speaker.
A cool female voice rang throughout the room. "This training session begins in three, two, one"
Before Yona could even blink she was caught by surprise by her desk neighbor. Right before her eyes she saw him warp into a tiger. It happened so fast that for a moment she thought that he had been replaced by one in mid-air.
"Looks like this is your first and last day here," He growled at her.
Next she knew, he pinned her down to the ground. His teeth were bared and glinted right above her. Her first day in class and she was already as good as dead.