Looking at myself in the mirror in the wardrobe, I noticed how weird I looked in a suit. It made my light olive skin even lighter but it hid my black irises well which I was glad about. I felt really uncomfortable in it but I would have to get used to it.

By the time I was ready it was seven in the morning. I had spent most of that time trying to get my hair to cooperate with me.

A few of the boys were already out of their rooms. Louis was running up and down the hallway screaming that it was time to come out and have breakfast. He had made pancakes. I liked that we had a cook in here, though it was a little weird having a 14 year old cooking for you.

Wilden and the others came out, following the smell of breakfast. Wilden looked how I wanted to look in the suit. It looked right on him. He looked great in it. It framed him perfectly, enhancing his best features, like his bright eyes for example.

I didn’t look as bad as some of the others in the uniform though. Daniel looked like he was playing dress up with his dads business suits despite it being a good size for him.

We all sat down at the dining table and dug into the pancakes, which were amazing.

“Do you like them?” Louis asked.

“Heck yes! Where did you learn to cook like this?” Charles asked.

“I don’t remember but it was probably a family member.”

After breakfast, we all went into the rec room to play video games while we waited for eight o’clock so we could go to class. Upon walking in, I noticed stacks of stuff on the coffee table and walked over there. I sat on the couch and looked at it closer. There were seven stacks containing a computer, a shoulder bag with each of our names stitched onto them, six notebooks, and a black pencil case. I picked up the one with the bag that said Lazarus.

“This is weird.” Daniel said as he picked up his.

“We needed stuff for school, so I don’t see why it’s weird.” Louis said.

“I think he’s referring to the laptops.” Anthony said.

“Oh. I guess it is a little weird getting so much technology for free. But it’s amazing.” He said.

As it approached eight. Everybody put everything into the shoulder bags. Wilden, Louis, Anthony and I all went down the elevator together, the others decided they were going to spend the last twenty minutes playing games rather than exploring the school.

“Why is your tie like that?” Wilden asked me.

“I can’t tie a tie.” I said as he stood in front of me and started tying my tie. It was a little confronting and I’m sure my cheeks were flaming red. “Thanks.” I told him as he finished. I tried to memorise the way he had done it so I wouldn’t have to go through that again.

“Your welcome. You look good in a suit by the way.” He smiled that dazzling smile. My face burned even brighter.

The elevator stopped at the lobby and we left the building. I soon noticed that the colour of the tie was linked to the different cohorts. There was a group of girls walking passed us with yellow ties, and a group of boys before them with red. This school really cared about cohorts and race.

“At least we didn’t get a bright coloured tie.” Louis said.

“True that.” Anthony chimed in.

We walked around for the next fifteen minutes to see what the school looked like.

The picnic tables reminded me of lunch. “Were we supposed to pack lunch?” I asked.

“Oh crap. We probably were.” Anthony frowned then looked down at his stomach. “I’m sorry little dude, you’re not getting food until this afternoon.”

“That was weird.” Louis declared.

“I don’t care. My stomach has feelings.” He stuck his chin up a bit and speeded ahead of us, presumably towards our first class.

People stared at us as if they knew we were fresh meat. I felt like their eyes were pointed directly at me as if they knew what I was and were already judging me.

Our necklaces led us to our first class which was English, I had a feeling I didn’t like English. All the girls from our cohort were already there, looking at us as if we arrived twenty minutes late. Us boys all sat up the back, I sat next to Wilden in the left corner. All the girls had taken up the front seats for some reason, they got here first and they didn’t even choose the best seats.

Daniel, Charles and Josh entered the classroom just as a bell rang and sat together in the middle of the third row.

“Thank you for joining us boys,” the elderly woman at the front glared at them. “I am Mrs Teem, and as you should already know, I am your English teacher. Get out your notebooks, I don’t permit laptops for anybody but Mr Riveheart and Mr Omartian.” She said.

“Why just them?” One of the girls asked.

“They’re the only ones with valid learning disabilities. Now stop talking and do what I asked.” She demanded.

I didn’t know I had a learning disability until now. I looked at one of the posters in the room and read it perfectly fine, so I didn’t have dyslexia. What other learning disabilities were there?

“Do you have dyslexia or something?” Wilden asked me as we got our stuff out.

“No, I can read fine, I don’t know what I have.”

“Really?”

“I guess I’ll just have to figure it out.” I said as I pulled out my computer.

By the time we got to our next class, I had been asked so many times about my learning disability. Daniel stopped the questions by saying he has dyslexia loud enough for everyone to hear.

We got into science where we had to choose groups to work with for the rest of our schooling lives. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to choose as there were only four people in my grade here. I was stuck in a group with Wilden, which wasn’t too bad, Daniel, and a girl named Zoe who hadn’t been in our cohort yesterday and wouldn’t tell us what she was. I was pretty sure I was the only one who knew what she was, it was very obvious considering her pure white hair, clear, fare skin and her angelic beauty. She was an angel, it was strange that she wasn’t telling anybody what she was considering that was the best thing you could be.

“Take your seats and grab out your notebooks. Absolutely no computers allowed for anyone, I don’t care what you excuse is, most people use them to play games which has led me to not trusting anyone with them. Chop, chop! I need to start the lesson!” the science teacher growled.

I grabbed a notebook and pen out of my bag and opened to a new page.

The teacher put the first notes on the board which we had to copy. I picked up my pen and started copying it down. I finished then looked over my work. The writing was nearly illegible, even I could barely understand it. It was all over the place.

Maybe this was a part of my learning disability.

“Your left handed?” Daniel watched as I wrote the next lot of notes.

“Huh, I didn’t notice. Why aren’t you writing?” I asked him. The notes he had written down were all mixed up, I could only read a few words on the page.

“I can’t read it. I gave up like I did last class. I can usually learn everything by listening anyway, at least I think so.” He replied. I nodded.

“Your writing is really crap.” Wilden observed.

“Hers is too.” Daniel pointed to Zoe’s book. I wondered if she was like me.

“Yours is non-existent.” She pointed to Daniel’s book.

“True.”

By the end of the day I was exhausted. We did need to pack lunch so I was starving and went to the fridge as soon as we all got back. I grabbed a bowl of cereal, put my bag in my room and then went to the rec room and chose a movie.

“What’s that movie?” Daniel asked as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch.

“Avengers. I have figurines of it in my room but I don’t remember anything about it.”

Louis and Wilden were the only other ones who came and watched the movie with us. I took my tie and blazer off and quickly teleported into my room to put them and my shoes away before teleporting back.

“I wish I could teleport.” Louis said.

“Aren’t you, like, really strong?” Wilden asked him.

“Yeah, I could lift this couch over my head with ease, but teleporting is still cooler.”