Chapter 7: One heck of a day
The next morning, I put on my new uniform, which was chocolate and orange. Ughh. "I really wish we could wear our own clothes" I said to Morgan as we made our way down to history. She shrugged. "I guess, but you don't really have anything that good to wear" she replied. I grimaced, remembering that awful Brighton T-shirt I wore yesterday.
As I sat at my desk, I wondered if the teacher knew about what her students could do. But just then, there was a loud bang, and Scott bailey stood up, yelling out words in a completely different voice from his own. He staggered around, and as he passed my desk, I saw eyes had turned completely white. I shuffled back a bit. Mrs. Davies quickly picked up the phone, speaking in an urgent voice. A while later, a nurse hurried in and took Scott to the infirmary. But by next period he was back, looking completely normal.
After lunch, I looked at my timetable and realised I had a double lesson next: Development. I had no idea what that was, but before I could ask, the bell rang, and I rushed downstairs, trying to find M6. After five minutes of searching, I found it and walked inside. It was surrounded by mirrors, and there was a group of children sitting on the soft grey carpet. A tall man with thick blonde hair was smiling at me. "Hi" he grinned; "I'm Mark, and I'm your telekinetic instructor" I nodded, noting that in my mind. "Thanks, but what is Development"? I asked, looking round uneasily.
He beckoned towards the huddle of children, who were all staring at me intently. "Development is a place where you can hone your skills, and this class is for telekinetic's" Mark replied. I nodded again, showing that I understood. Then he turned to me, smiling, and asked: "Shall we begin".
The next hour was definatly in my top 5 weird moments. We had Telle competitions, like who can float the football for longest, which I won easily. Then there was a game of golf- using our telekinetic abilities, of course- basketball, snooker, tennis and fencing, all of them I won with ease. I was surprised to know that Mark actually wasn't a Telle, but a dowser.
Over the next four weeks, I started to settle into being in COLA club. Things that would have made me stop and stare on my first days, like floating children, now made me only shoot an amazed glance, then carry on with whatever I was doing. Me, Morgan, Autumn and Jess became best friends, and did everything with each other. I felt complete, for once in my life.
On my fourth week, I had my psychic ability test. "Go on" encouraged Morgan, as we were waiting outside the Head's office, "I know your some kind of psychic, you found my maths book, remember". I nodded, remembering the dream I had told her about, with the bright blue book falling behind her bed. Just then, the head's door opened, and out came a middle aged woman. I don't know why, but I started shivering.
The Head stared at me, her grey eyes seeming to move and shift. She had thin auburn hair which was tied into a bun, and thick rimmed glasses. She smiled at me. "Ah, mon chere, you have come at last" she said, reaching for my hand. I looked at Morgan, confusion all over my face.
The Head finally got my hand, and then closed her eyes. When our hands met, a strange sensation, a bit like an electric shock, ran up my arm. I gasped. Finally, after about a minute, she let go. I gasped again, flapping my arm to get rid of the pins and needles sensation. I noticed the head was holding a leaflet for the BBQ near the lake. The Head gaped at me.
"You" she said, "are a psychic, but mostly through dreams" I stared at her, and Morgan made a low whistling sound. "So she can tell, like, the future and stuff" asked Morgan, her eyes wide with excitement. The head laughed. "Oh, mon chere, how you do make me laugh. Yes, she can tell the future and find things through dreams, but some visions will appear while she is still awake" the Head replied. She then turned away, and started to walk through her door. But just then she turned round and said "Oh, mon chere, my name is Mrs. Sartre, so please call me that" then shut her door.
Morgan grinned at me, and made a ghost noise. "Woooo, you can tell the future" she whispered. I shoved her, but had to laugh. I was in a bit of shock. I mean, it's not every day you find out you can tell the future, is it?
That night, I was looking forward to the bonfire display, created completely by the illusionist's. It was being held on the sports field, and the sky was clear enough to see the stars. I wandered through the mass of excited children, looking for Morgan in the group of illusionist's gathered on stage, warming up quickly. She was so proud to be there, and she even had her own solo illusion. I squeezed in beside Jessica and Autumn, who were chatting to two boys, about our age. Jess turned round to face me. "Hi Georgia, meet Finn and Michael" she said, gesturing towards the two boys.
Finn, a tall boy with tufty dark hair, green eyes and a rugged smile, suddenly started to laugh out loud, his eyes filling up with tears. "Oh, Jess, you're going to be the death of me one day" he laughed. Jess frowned. "What did I do" she asked. He sighed, trying to calm down. "You just gave out the most pungent scent of excitement I have ever smelt" then he laughed, going into hysterics again. "You just did it again" he shrieked, burying his head in his friends shoulder. For the first time, I took in the appearance of this other boy. He was quite small, with curly blonde hair and baby blue eyes, framed by spectacles. He looked at me and gave me a smile, and then went back to staring at the stars. Just then Finn recovered, and we all started talking.
I wonder how he can smell emotions, I thought, I wonder what it's like... Jessica answered my question straight away, like she had read my mind, which was probably true. "In answer to your question, Finn is a shapeshifter, though a pretty rubbish one" she added with a grin, "and Michael over here is a medium and a glamourist, the vanishing kind". "Wow" I said simply.
Suddenly, a huge boom shook the arena, and everyone started to cheer as multicoloured flames licked the sky. On the stage, the illusionists were all staring with great concentration at the display, Morgan's face among them. The orange and gold flames danced across the black sky, illuminating the astounded faces of the audience. A while later, Morgan stepped to the front, and began her solo. A huge red and green parrot flew among the stars, and swooped so low that I felt I could have touched it, if it had been real. I smiled, remembering that parrot on my first day. The show carried on for one more hour, and then it was time for the competitions.
"Okay" began Owen Hind; standing on the illusionist's stage, "the winner of the raffle is..." he paused to take a ticket out of the bucket, the ruffling noises actually heard because the field was so quiet, "Autumn Ferns". Autumn looked at me, her face agog with amazement, oblivious to the groans of disappointment around her. "I...I won" she gasped. "Go on then" I said, helping her up. She dodged all of the audience's legs, and finally made it onto the stage. Owen smiled at her. "And here is our winner, whose prize is a week with five friends in our Spanish retreat". He bellowed out the announcement, unaware of how self-conscious Autumn was looking.
She returned back to her seat, and I, Jessica, Michael, Finn and Morgan [who had just returned] started congratulating her. "I will take all of you to the retreat with me" Autumn announced, literally glowing with happiness. I smiled, and took in the picture of my new life, a dark sky illuminated by one last firework, and me and my new friends all happy together, surrounded by the amazing students of Fenton lodge. But all that was to change.
Suddenly, Michael dropped to the floor, and started retching and convulsing. Finn ran over to him, and checked his breathing. "Michael, Michael" he yelled, shaking his shoulders. Michael shuddered and threw up over Finn. Morgan looked around for a teacher. "Help" she bellowed. By this time, everyone around us had noticed the fuss and were huddling round, and someone had run over to a Teacher. "What's happening" I yelled at Finn. Finn looked up. "He's having a vision... Hey, Autumn" he waved Autumn over to Michael. "Can you help him" he pleaded, starting to cry. Autumn nodded. Just then, Michael started coughing and gasping. "Read...my...my...mind" he gasped at Jess, before he threw up again.
Jess started to read him. All of a sudden she fell backwards, and I managed to catch her. Just then, some of the teachers, including the school nurse, started running over. Jess suddenly stood up, perfectly normal again, but her eyes were wide with fear. "There is going to be a fire, from a comet or something in..." she screwed up her face, trying to remember, "two minutes" she announced this like a death sentence. I gulped. "We've got to warn the teachers" I panicked. "There isn't time" she whispered, staring at the sky,
"Brace for Impact".