A/N: I'm sorry if you get two emails for this, I deleted the Preview and was going to just put all the info in the Prologue but then I realized it was just too much and I'm about to try and fix that right now and hopefully you won't get two.

Chapter Three - Part One

Jack

I've come to the conclusion that Norman isn't very talkative.

At six o'clock sharp, Anna came by with lasagne and breadsticks from the cafeteria, saying that it isn't a good idea to go down there until everyone cooled off. She hanged around for a few minutes, explaining a few things about the school Norman and I hadn't thought to ask Sandy and Hiccup about.

It turns out our closet has some sort of elevator. Anna explained that when we order things, they come up through the elevators, and anything that needs to be washed or repaired should also be put there. When we opened it, two sets of plain white pajamas were there, along with slippers, which I refused to wear.

When I asked her why we couldn't just escape through the elevator, she explained that they've already tried countless times. The cameras watch them, and the elevators never go down when you're inside. One kid, in Havoc, stayed in the closet for a day, but to no avail. They've tried covering the cameras as well, but it still wouldn't go down.

Anna also noted that our dorm would be next to one of the girls' rooms, and promised to find out whom, though Norman and I weren't particularly interested.

She chattered for a few minutes before leaving, reminding us to go to Sandy or Hiccup for help.

At quarter to eight, a small beep came from an invisible speaker, reminding everyone that curfew is in fifteen minutes and everyone should be in their dorms.

At eight o'clock, a louder beep sounded. Sandy came in, telling us where the bathrooms are and that everyone is supposed to be in bed at nine o'clock.

It's almost nine now, and Norman has barely spoken a word since we got here.

I don't mind much, it's only our first day, after all.

I'm sitting on my bed now, my head only two inches from the ceiling. As tired as I am, I can't sleep.

I make snowflakes, one at a time, for fear of losing control. I've been practicing for a month and a half now, but I still have troubles with it. Sometimes it goes haywire, and I can only hope it doesn't happen around other students. There's a part of me that wants to share this power with the world, but there's also a tiny logical part of me that knows that it's too risky.

I can feel the wall become ice cold, and stop making snowflakes.

Wait.

I didn't cause that.

I press my hand against the wall, and I can sense ice coating it on the other side. It can't be my ice, can it? I thought I had it under my control…

One of three things can be happening right now. One: Jet lag is getting to me and I'm imagining things. Two: It's my ice and I'm freezing someone's room. Three: Someone – a girl, if Anna is correct – has powers like mine.

I know sleep will be near impossible now.

Somehow, I manage to sleep at midnight, and lucky for me the alarm doesn't go off until eight. The traveling still has me tired, though.

I groggily sit up, about to stretch when I realize the ceiling is only inches above me.

The alarm only gets louder as it goes on, and I almost shout at Norman to shut it off. I lean over the round, metal railing, wondering if my aim was good enough to throw something at the screen. Before I do, Norman gets up, almost zombie-like as he turns it off. The lights turn on the moment he touches the screen.

I jump off the bed, grinning as I land quietly. I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes, blindly walking towards the closet, which Norman has opened. The school uniform is hanging inside, two extra hangers on the rack, presumably for our pajamas. Two small notebooks and a transparent, plastic box holding four ballpoint pens are on the shelf. Our school supplies, I guess.

I let Norman change, and instead walk to the farthest window, checking to see if they're locked. As soon as my hand touches the glass, there's a soft click and it slides into the wall, almost like a car window.

I summon a small breeze, and the cool air refreshes me. Sticking my head out the window, I look to my left and see a window, only half a foot away from my head, wide open. Beyond that, I can just see the edges of a track and a playing field.

I walk over to the sink and splash my face with water, which is much too warm. Or maybe I'm just being nitpicky. There's a small hand towel folded on the edge of the sink, and I waste no time wiping the water off my face. I decide I'd rather brush my teeth in the comforts of my prison cell rather than a bathroom with ten thousand other guys. Besides, it's easier and safer to use my powers here instead of there. I refuse to deal with warm water.

I check to see that Norman's not looking, and swiftly use the wind to boost me up to my bed, grabbing my bag quickly before dropping to the floor with a thud, luckily landing on my feet. I'll have to work on that sometime.

"What was that?" Norman asks warily, now fully dressed in the school uniform.

"Oh, nothing. I was just grabbing my bag." I answer quickly.

"Why was there a loud thud? And did you feel that wind?" He asks, walking over to the window.

"Well, it is pretty windy out today," I say, hoping he would buy it.

Norman sticks his head out the window, much like the way I had a minute ago. "There's not even a breeze out there." He comments.

I panic, and summon a strong gust of wind. Perhaps too strong. Norman falls back, almost hitting his head on the bed. At this rate, I'll be discovered in less than a week. Grandpa Nick would be ashamed.

"Are you okay, Norman?" I ask, helping him up and trying to cover my embarrassment.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He reassures me, brushing invisible dirt off his sleeves. "That was weird…" I hear him mutter.

He doesn't talk about the wind anymore, and I take that as my queue to get dressed.

Somehow, the uniform fits me perfectly, and I wonder how the school managed that. There's a pair of dress shoes on the shelf, and they look just about my size, too. I wonder if I really have to wear the shoes. There are no adults here, and it's not a big rule, so I wouldn't get punished, right? After much internal debate, I reluctantly put them on, opting to stay on the safe side for at least my first day of classes.

I hang the pajamas on the rack, grabbing the plastic box before closing the door. When I turn around, I see Norman digging through his bag. What does he have in his bag? My bag is near-empty, only the essentials and two pictures of my family. And the Matryoshka doll* Grandpa Nick gave to me, of course.

I set the box down on the bookshelf, checking the schedule above it. It reads:

8:00 AM – 9:00 AM: Breakfast

9:00 AM – 12:00 PM: Morning Classes

12:05 PM – 1:00 PM: Lunch

1:00 PM – 3:00 PM: Afternoon Classes

3:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Study Hall

4:00 PM – 5:00 PM: Physical Education

6:00 PM – 7:00 PM: Dinner

9:00 PM: Curfew

Not too bad, I just wish P. E. was longer.

I open the box and take a notebook and pen out for myself, though I know I'll only end up doodling.

Norman is brushing his teeth now, and I suddenly remember why I grabbed my bag. I search through my bag and manage to find my toothbrush, but no toothpaste. Don't tell me I forgot to pack my toothpaste. I groan, throwing my bag to the floor and kicking it under the bed.

I look at Norman; he's making a face in the mirror, his mouth full of toothpaste.

"Hey, Norman." I start, toothbrush in hand as I try to appear nonchalant. "Would you mind if I-" He cuts me off by handing me his toothpaste, still making a face in the mirror. "Oh, thank you,"

It's now my life goal to become friends with this kid.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while. I do have school, and as much as I hate it, it does affect me much like many other authors on this site.

Now, I think I just came up with a schedule.

I'll post what I have so far on the blog (ONLY ON THE BLOG. THIS IS THE ONLY EXCEPTION.), and when the chapter is complete, I'll post it here. I was going to wait until the chapter's done to post, but then I felt bad and decided to give you this and this update info. So, as far as I know, this is the update schedule, so you can expect something every Friday. Hopefully. I doubt it, but there may be a week that I don't write anything. But like I said, I doubt it.

The blog's here: avatarfreak17 . tumblr . com - (And there's a link on my user page)

It has quite a few posts already, in my opinion, anyways. It also has my ramblings as I write and updates on what's going on. Check it out!

Review Replies:

Bigfan (Guest): Thank you so much for your kind reviews! Now, I can't guarantee anything about the ships, this is my first shot at romance after all (And just fanfics in general, I think I'm pushing it with trying fanfics and romance at the same time). I'll definitely consider them as friendships however, especially the one with Violet and Bunnymund. I'll be sure to include Nobody. Funny thing is, I'm 98% sure my step-mom bought it for me when the local library was having a book sale a year or two ago. I started reading it, and don't quite remember why I didn't finish, but now I don't know where it is. It's definitely on my 'To Read' list, though. And yes, I'm fine. Your concern just warmed my heart and is the main reason why I'm posting this right now. I just needed a little time to adjust to school again. Hopefully next week will be better.

Everyone Else: Thank you so much! I cannot believe the good feedback is getting, it just blows me away.

One more thing: I don't really like it when I have long A/N's, and unless it's important (i.e. Update schedules, other stuff directly regarding this fanfic, etc.), A/N's with all my unnecessary ramblings and whatever will start to be posted on the blog. Review replies will stay here.