Amanda Wert Chap: 2

Amanda Wert Chap: 2

“I can read and manipulate minds, but my parents don’t know about it. They don’t even know that Dawny Academy is a school for monsters.” I sighed, glancing at Eric as we continued walking.


“You don’t sound very happy about it.” Eric said.


“Well if somebody is planning a party or is going to give a gift to me I already know about it.” I looked at my boots, “I can sort of “turn it on and off” but if the person is specifically thinking about me I always hear it.”


“So you can hear people in, Holland?” Eric asked, squinting as if he was trying to figure out the solution to a difficult problem.


“Yeah, because it would be so easy to concentrate if I had a million people’s thoughts in my head.” I said, my voice thick with sarcasm, “I can only hear people in a 20 ft. radius.”


“Wow, all I can do is make things with ice, you know, freeze people and stuff.” Eric mumbled, sticking his available hand in his black hoodie. (The other hand was loaded down with two large suitcases and a duffel bag.)


We walked for a little while more, in a comfortable silence, until I saw a grey stone wall that was at least 20 feet tall. In the middle was an iron gate that was so wide it could probably fit two busses side by side through it.


“Wow!” I gasped running towards the gates, “I’ll see you later Eric!”


“Yeah, see you!” He replied, still walking at the same pace.


I walked up to the gates and was about to open them when,


“Excuse me miss, your ID card.” A gruff voice said from behind me. I turned around to see two men standing by each side of the gate each wearing an expensive looking emerald uniform.


“Oh right.” I mumbled, looking through my purse for my card. It showed that I was a registered student a Dawny Academy. I had received it in the mail along with my acceptance letter. “Here you go!” I said cheerfully to one of the men.


“Thank-you, enjoy Dawny Academy.” He said, pressing a button on his watch. I looked on in awe as the gates creaked open before me, revealing a beautiful courtyard. It was filled with plants from all over the world that seemed to be living, thriving, in the cold climate and snow. Stone benches sat under large willow trees and a stone fountain sat in the middle of a stone walkway that branched off in about 5 different directions.


“Wow!” I mumbled again as I stepped into what would be my new home, The Dawny School of Arts.