As the electrical power switched on, all around me machinery came to life and it was as though I had traveled forward in time.

'Welcome to my lab, this is where you was conceived'

'Ewe Daddy no, spare me the details'

'Octavia, please not like that hahaha'.

'That's what it sounded like', cringing as I said those words, I was in fact glad to see my dad back to his comic self again. Though before long the mood turned crucial.

'No, actually you was conceived a test tube baby; a very successful experiment too'.

'No more jokes Dad', I anxiously laughed.

'It's no Joke, come here', I moved into range of his foresight and he placed a gadget on the left side of my chest.

'I'm using this blood waiver to open the seal, stand still'

'Blood...waiver?', I could feel his hand forcing the gadget deep into my skin surface. The gadget provoking a surge of sharp pain, meant that I couldn't help but squirm and when I did a blue flame caught in my hair like an accessory. My dad removed the gadget and stepped back as though to acknowledge his Fabrication and I was elevated.

Slowly, a pattern I recognized began to appear on the side of my chest where the gadget once lay.

'There it is, now let the trial begin', my Dad announced. 

My eyes escaped...

'Daddy?', I woke up disorientated in the back seat of a fine car.

'Miss Octavia, your father isn't currently with us', came from a very familiar voice ahead of me, how wouldn't I recognize his voice.

'BURTON, is that seriously you...how was Paris?'.

'Yes Miss, it was quite an adventure, but now I have been assigned back to your side for the Summer'.

'What do you mean?'.

'Your parents have ordered me to escort you to the Preceptors Wonderland Academy, we will be taking their summer school together'.

'Mmm, again with that Preceptor thing'. 

'Your Father asked me to also pass this letter to you'.

'That's weird, doesn't he know what texting is?, Burton shrugged his shoulders and pointed the envelop to me. 

By the way, Burton is two years my senior; so I feel inclined to call him that, though his first name is Elijah. We've been friends since my Parents hired him two years ago, but we've rarely seen each other lately because he works mainly abroad, he's such talented mind in academics, art and language, you name it. Though since he knows to speak 5 languages, he becomes handiest to my parents in that sense. Using that to advantage, he's been working non stop to pay off some family debt. Thinking of it, he's never introduced me to his family, I know we're not dating but you know.

And in the past I've offered him expensive gifts and money to help with his situation, but he'd always responded, 'Well earned money is always the sweetest treat'. Which I find a truly cringe quote.

I'm not rambling on about him, am I?, I don't like him, I just really admire him is all. We're like siblings in arm, ahahahahahaha.

Thank you', I took the blue enveloped letter that my dad had prepared for me and was going to keep it away when I realized that...

'Burton?', 'Where is my bag, where are my stuff?'.

'Apparently they were all mysteriously burnt Miss'.

'That's not funny, Dad told you, didn't he?'

'Hahaha yes, but your Parents managed to save a suitcase they found underneath your bed and they've already prepared your new room at the dorms of the Academy'.

'PLEASE, tell me they didn't open it', very discomforted I reminded myself that the suitcase is filled with once precious love heart cut outs and letters to the President, if they knew I think that I would just die.

'Don't worry miss, they respect your privacy too much, they just assumed that you might need it'.

'Thank the Lord, Burton'.

'Yes thank the Lord, Miss'.

We continued onward with our journey to the so called Preceptors Summer school. Not still sure of what occurred the night before, I wondered what happened with my VMC assessment.

TO BE CONTINUED...