Two

As I opened the door of the cab, I saw an old Victorian house."This must be where we live and train our skills." I thought to myself. As Mr. Levine opened the door the inside looked… normal.

"Wow, this is beautiful!" I exclaimed.

He looked over to me and nodded his head "It's very old, almost all of the furniture is vintage and restored. The guard here will show you up to your new room where you will be staying at."

"Guard? What is this prison?" I silently chuckled. Then the guard shot a glance over to my face to see what I was doing but I looked away before he could make eye contact.

As we walked I think to myself that if I'm confused make the list. 1. My name is Clover Brooks. 2. I'm 14 years old. 3. I'm a necromancer. 4. I might be crazy. 5. I'm training for my death.

We went up the stairs which then led to a long hallway. To me it looked more like a dorm. We walked only maybe 5 steps when he stopped and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" squeaked a girls voice from inside.

"Your new roommate is here," Explained the guard as the door slowly creaked open.

There was a short girl standing in the frame of the door. She gave me a bright smile as she welcomed me in and showed me my bed.

"Rachel can you please introduce her to the others?" the guard asked

"yes sir." As I sat my suitcases down she glared at me I turned about to say "what" but then she said

"Hi, I'm Rachel but everyone calls me Ray." She smiled and stretched her short arm to shake hands. I accepted the shake and introduced myself.

"Hi I'm Clover, Nice to meet you." She then said

"I have to say I love your hair. I wanted to do that to mine before I got a perm but my mom said that bang side cuts looks to dark for my personality."

She helped me unpack my stuff. "Oh wow, nice labels." As we finished putting my stuff away I was just wondering since this is a place to train your abilities then what is she?

I got somehow excited hoping she was a necromancer just like me, but there is a scared feeling in my gut that what if she isn't maybe she's more... powerf-.

"Hey, it's time for lunch they get mad if you're late. We can go meet the others."As she led me down the stairs I still couldn't help from watching her beautiful golden brown ringlets from bouncing up and down as she walked.

As she walked she looked like a little girl, she looked just like my little sister before the accident.

"Rachel there you are. Have you finished doing the beds yet?" asked a girl sitting at the table.

She had long slick black hair and as far as it looked she was 15 maybe 16.

"Alison don't be rude. Clover this is Alison, but she likes to be called Ali with an I."

She glanced over and said "Hey" and I had to be nice so I replied saying "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

She glanced over as if looking at a piece of furniture and then said "Yea, whatever."

Her comment left it in an awkward silence so Ray broke it saying "Ok, anyway do you wanna meet the other guys?"

"Guys?"

"Yup there are four guys, Simon, Derek, Peter, and Brandon. Simon, Derek, and Peter are in the 9th grade but Brandon is in 7th grade, closer to your age."

As she explained we sat down around the table and waited. "I'm in 8th!" I snapped with a little too much anger.

"Oh, OK Cool, just like Alison and Samantha."

Hmm Samantha she must be another girl I haven't met yet.

"Well Brandon won't be here much longer; I heard he's going home in a few days. He's lucky he was only here for a month, but I don't know what he is; he did all his training in private with a tutor."

The word training lingered in my head and made me wonder what the others are and what the training is like. Then I notice 3 new people at the table, all guys.

"Hey guys!" exclaimed Ray. They all looked up. "This is Clover she's new here."

I then introduced myself. One of the guys who had blonde hair in short wild spikes and Green eyes stood up and out stretched his hand and grinned.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Simon and this is my brother Derek, for all intents and purposes." A guy who sat beside him glared up then back.

I then noticed he had green eyes and black hair. Not emo looking it just looks like he hadn't cut it for a while.

The only one that hadn't been introduced to was a younger kid who was playing a PSP with his knees on th-

"Hi Clover, I'm Brandon. Oh and that's Peter." He pointed to a guy who was at least 17 maybe 18 whom had short brown hair and gray eyes. He was tall maybe 6ft and slim.

"Hey Peter this is Clover she's new here." Ray said from the other side of the table.

"Oh, hi I'm Peter; it's nice to meet you." He half smiled a very gorgeous smile.

I walked back over as Ali asked Ray, "Do you know where Amber is?"

she shrugged her shoulders and Ali made a loud sigh I could tell was of boredom. A woman then came out of a room which I believe was the kitchen with a pitcher of water and some cups

"Hi you must be Clover. I'm Mrs. Tyler." I grinned back at her.

Ray whispered to me "She's the nicest staff worker here, the older woman she's mean her name's Ms. Abaldi." I smirked a little as Mrs. Tyler brought out lunch, a nice homemade vegetable casserole.

She sat it down and dished a serving to everyone, but Derek then quickly asked for an extra scoop.

As the other guys reached for their food Mrs. Tyler asked"C'mon guys come give Clover some company."

"Ok" replied Simon somewhat quickly. He then took the seat right beside me and smiled, and Jeremy took the seat beside him.

"Hmmm so, Hi." said Simon, who is now grinning at me. I couldn't help from smiling back. From the corner of my eye I saw Ali just staring at me, as a glance over her gaze moves to her food.

"So, well this is supposed to be private but-" he leans in closer to my ear and asks "What are you?"

I was confused of what he was asking, but then the connection was made. He wanted to know what kind of supernatural I am. I whisper back to him

"I see those people who are in white sheets that say, Boo!"

he leans back and chuckled. "Necromancer." I nodded. "Well you'll never believe this." He said something under his breath and I was about to ask him

"What" but then his plate rose 2 inches off the ground. I was just staring at the plate in shock. Then the spoon dropped from the plate onto the floor.

I went down to pick it up, good thing too because I'm sure my jaw had dropped. I picked it back up and we all continued eating in silence.