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McKinley is a strange place to say the least. I knew this as soon as Quinn and I walked in. It is surrounded in deep green forest that just looks like murders live in it. As we enter the gates there is a small pathway that leads us into the main part. Stuck in the centre is a huge castle like building with people trudging in and out of two big wooden doors. I look to see houses all around the main building, almost in a circular formation. The houses were more like mansions, with pillars at the front doors and balconies at almost every upstairs window. There must be sixteen mansions spread around the castle.
I look over to Quinn to see her mouth slightly open as she takes in the sight. As people pass us, they give us weird looks. One guy with blond hair says hello to Noah as he passes by.
"Come with me." Noah walks towards the middle building and we follow him, still kind of amazed by this place.
"Where are we?" Quinn asks as we climb up the steps that bring us to the wooden doors. A few people rush through them as if they are late for a meeting. Noah doesn't reply. "Noah?" Quinn tries again.
He stops when we reach the doors and turns to us. "Look, everything will be explained as soon as we see Figgins." He opens the doors and we step inside. The air is instantly cooling than it was outside and I am thankful for that. My eyes dart around, taking everything from the stone walls to the marble ground. We follow Noah up a grand staircase that has red carpet and turn off to the left that brings us to a hall that has rooms at either side. Pictures hang beside each door of random people.
The door at the end of the hall opens up and an Indian man steps out with a smile on his face. "Noah!" He says will ushering us into his office. A large chair sits behind a desk that is covered with paper and cups. "You can go back to your house now, thank you for your help." Noah lets out a snort and slams the door on his way out. What is his problem? "Girls, take a seat." He gestures to the seats in front of the desk.
Once seated, he takes a file from his desk and opens it. "Young Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray," I shift awkwardly in my chair, slightly weirded out. "This is a school for the gifted. As you have probably realized by now, you have a special talent, Brittany." My head snaps up as my name is mentioned.
"I...uh...Kinda."
"Wait, then what am I doing here? I don't have a gift." Quinn asks.
"We were hoping that Miss Pierce would have kept her gift a secret for a while longer until we found her, but by the time we did, you had already been told. So in order to keep you safe, we had to bring you here." Figgins brings a mug to his mouth and takes a sip of whatever is in it.
Quinn glances at me from the corner of her eye and I can tell that she is nervous. "Safe from what?" I ask, hoping that it's not anything serious.
"Brittany, there are people, bad people, who know about us. They want to take our powers and use them for evil. They will stop at nothing to get to us, including hurting those we love. It is a war that has been going on for years, unknown to the public."
"So what are we supposed to do? Just leave our families and stay in a school for superheroes?" Quinn raises her voice, getting angrier by the second.
"Miss Fabray, I can assure you that this is necessary if you want to remain out of harm's way. However, we cannot keep you here if you do not want to stay. If you go home, you could put your family at risk!" Figgins argues with Quinn.
I look down at my watch. It's already 7pm. We must have been in that van for longer than I thought. Where even are we?
"Look girls, stay the night and get some rest. I will answer any questions you have in the morning. I will have Emma show you which house you will be staying in." With that he stands up and motions for us to leave his office.
Quinn and I follow a red head called Emma out of the building. Emma informed us that most people call this place The Halls for obvious reasons. The sun has begun to go down, but it is still light outside.
"So you guys will be staying in house six," She speaks fast, almost too fast and her eyes are large and bug like, "It has a beautiful view of the lake that is further down the road, but it is forbidden to go there through the woods because, you know, killers and stuff." Emma speaks impossibly faster that before and adds a chuckle to make it seem as though 'killers' were normal around here.
Quinn lets out a forced laugh along with Emma, but I just keep my mouth shut. "Mr Schuester is the head of your house so if you have any worries you can talk to him." We are taken up to a house that has been taken from one of those fancy magazines that my mom used to buy. It is a beige colour with two pillars at each side of the front door. "There can be up to fifteen students living in a house at once along with their head of house." To be honest, it looks as if at least twenty people could live in here, if not more.
When we walk in I can hear laughter coming from one of the rooms to the right. Emma leads us in that direction and soon enough we enter a room with five or six people in it. I see Noah sitting on a sofa next to a man.
"Are these the new students, Emma?" Asks the man with hair that looks like it's been permed. In the room with him is a boy sitting in a wheelchair with glasses, a girl with a creepy big smile, another boy who looks like a giant and the guy I saw earlier with blond hair who said hi to Noah when we arrived.
"Yes, this is Brittany and Quinn." She says pointing to us. "However, Quinn doesn't have a gift, but I guess we can train her in other things." Other things? What other things?
The blond guy walks up to use and extends his hand with we both shake politely. "I'm Sam." He says, flashing a white smile.
Next to walk over to us is the girl. She is quite short with brown hair and is wearing a reindeer sweeter with a skirt and knee high socks. "I'm Rachel Berry. It's so nice to meet you! This is Finn," The overly tall guy waves awkwardly at us and we smile back, "That's Artie and that's Puck!" She points to each of the boys and Noah – or Puck – walks towards us. He looks at Quinn before saying, "I didn't know you weren't gifted." Putting his hands in his pockets, he looks down at the ground. "I'm not like them either." Some emotion flashes across his face.
"Why don't we show you your rooms?" Mr Schuester says and takes us out of the room and up to a set of stairs. They look like the ones in the Halls but smaller. "We thought you'd appreciate having your bedrooms next to each other."
Before walking in to the room he says is mine he stops and says, "Look, I know this can be difficult. It's probably going to take time to get use to, but you guys are here for a reason. Even you Quinn, you might think that you don't belong here, but you are here for a reason. We'll talk more in the morning." He goes back down to the others and I go into my new room.
It is defiantly bigger than my old one. There is a double bed pushed against the wall and it's facing a walk in wardrobe. There is a desk next to a white sofa. It even has its own bathroom. There is a window to the left of my bed which looks out over the forest and in the distance you can see the light dancing on the lake. It looks amazing.
A soft knock on the door pulls my eyes from the window and I see Quinn walk in. She sits on the bed opposite me.
"This has been one weird day." She says, her eyes not meeting mine.
"Are you okay?" I ask. It's strange. I was told all my life that these things were just made up, that none of it was real, but here I am. It feels like I'm in the school in X-men. Maybe that movie was based on a real life story. At this point it wouldn't surprise me.
A sigh comes from Quinn. "I don't know, it all feels so surreal." Her fingers play with the comforter on my bed and she finally looks at me. "Does this mean we won't get to see our families again?" Her voice is quite and it would be hard to hear if I was any further away from her.
"Quinn, they said we can go home at any time, remember?" I say thinking back to the conversation we had with Figgins. I don't think I want to go home anyway.
"Yea, but I don't want to put my parents in danger," Quinn sounds like she is going to cry so I put my hand on her knee, trying to comfort her, "What are we going to do about school?" I almost laugh. I don't really care about school, it's not like I got good grades.
"I don't know yet, we still have a few weeks of summer left before school starts. We should figure this out tomorrow, I'm still kind of foggy from being knocked out."
We say goodnight to each other and I am about to get ready for bed when I realize I don't have any clothes. Checking the draws, I find that they are filled with clothes that are not mine. A small card on my dresser catches my eye. It says, 'Though you would like some new clothes!' with the initials W.S. who assume is Mr Schuester.
I actually sleep that night, better than I've ever slept before.