Get in his way of what? Moping in the corner. Geez. I'm going to have a tough crowd.
"Alright, in a weeks time an acceptance letter will come to your house, convince your parents to let you go and a week later we'll be meeting in front of the high school and you'll get on a bus to your new home. Pack well, but whatever you don't bring we'll buy for your. You parents should be here in about half an hour, until then would you mind filling out? They'll help with the final touches on your house." Mr. Washburn said, handing us a pencil and paper.
I held up the paper against the wall and started writing.
Name: George Williams
Hobbies: Basketball, Baseball, Football, Track, Hanging out with the squad, Anything relating to sports, Listening to music, Social Media, Biking, Video games (ones that require a lot of movement or are really lit).
Favorite Colors: Green, Neon
Weight: 110 lbs
Shirt Size: Mens Medium
Pants Size: [I don't know boys' pants size]
Shoe Size: [I don't know boys' shoe size either]
Allergies: Lame people
I was the first to finish, as usual, and dropped it in the manila envelope that was in Mr. Washburn's power. The rest of them eventually finished.
"Remember, tell no one about your powers or they could be in danger." Mr. Washburn warned, and then opened the door into the hallway.
I rolled my eyes. I bet my dad wouldn't care if I told him. And I wouldn't care if he got hurt. Mr. Washburn took us into the waiting area. I scowled as everyone else ran to see their families. My dad probably wasn't even here. I turned around to make it look like I was going to the bathroom first, when I saw my dad.
We stared at each other.
"You're walking?" He scratches his head in confusement. "It really did work."
"What happened?" I asked him.
"The doctors told me that you would be paralyzed from the waist down. I-"
"Let's go." I walked towards the door.
"We're going to have to take a taxi. Our car got pretty banged up in the crash."
"Apparently it was a drunk driver-"
"It's a good thing we have insurance-"
"Dad. I don't care." I grumbled and walked out towards the car.
Finally the letter arrives. Of course it came during the day, when my dad wasn't home. He was an assistant manager at a bank nearby, so he was often managing that.
And too busy to come to my games, I thought bitterly, tearing open the letter.
Dear George Williams,
You have been accepted into the Glassgriffin academy for the gifted.
Ah, so that's their coverup.
This is a free year round boarding school where you can visit your family on holidays.
Like I'd want to do that.
We believe you will be an excellent addition to our school, we request you join us.
Maybe that'll finally catch my dad's attention for once.
On August 1st at 12:00 PM meet outside your local high school where a bus will come to pick you up.
That long? Ugh.
The Headmaster, Richard Washburn
There's some additional information on the other side about the "school", how only very few get picked, how it has a history of famous people attending, but has been kept hidden from society for some overly-complicated reason.
I set down the letter when I hear a buzz in my phone's pocket. I turn it on, and see that one of my friends has posted a picture on Instagram. I quickly open it and see a picture of all my good friends.
"Hanging out with the best fam there is!" He had said.
I slammed my phone on the couch in anger. Then I had an idea.
"I'll show them." I muttered, and took a picture of the acceptance letter.
I made a quick post about how I had been accepted into a prestigious boarding school.
Take that Cody.
He was kinda dumb sometimes. I grinned as I thought about how jealous he would be.
I decided I would go run around the track at school. See if my super speed was when I always ran or what.
After a few hours of experimenting, I discovered if I jogged it would come off as a normal run. And after that few hours, my dad finally came home.
I shoved the letter in his hands.
"Really? You got chosen?" He sounds surprised.
"Dad. Did you not look at my grades?" I pulled them up on my phone and showed my straight A's to him.
"Wow. I don't know, I guess that slipped my mind. Are you sure you want to go all that way?"
"It isn't that far." I rolled my eyes. "And of course I want to go, I could finally use my all my academic skills for once. I hear colleges are interested in kids who attend this boarding school." I explained impatiently, tapping my foot.
"Does it cost anything?"
"No. My grades got me in." I replied.
"Oh... well in that case... I guess so. It'll be weird not having you here." He said, gazing at the paper.
I glanced at the clock that read 6:00. You're never home.
"What's for dinner?" I ask.
"You forgot again?"
"I guess so."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'll go take Jack for a walk." I just wanted to get away from him.
He didn't protest.
If you really wanted me around, then you would have actually put up a fight about going to Virginia.
I slammed the door angrily as I walked out.
"Dad, I'm fine." I snapped.
"Of course you are." I heard a bit of resentment in his voice.
So you do hate me. Thanks, dad.
I was glad to get away from him. I closed the door to the luggage underneath the bus.
"I love you." My dad said quietly.
I pretended not to hear him.
I got on the bus and the "bus driver" (it was actually Dr. Washburn in a cheap costume) made me sign in. I noticed where Claudia was sitting, and decided to sit directly behind her. I noticed her facial expression reflecting in the window, and she did not look happy. I tried not to snicker and laugh.
When everyone was finally on the bus, Mr. Washburn stepped in and closed the door.
"Alright we are going to DC, but we’ll be stopping in a hotel in Ohio for the night, then reach DC tomorrow. You kids can decide on a movie to put in." He said through the loudspeaker.
"I suggest the Princess Bride." Cloud's grinning.
"That sounds stupid." I reply, wishing there was a sports movie amongst one of the options.
She frowns. "You sound stupid."
She can roast? Daaannngggg.
"Oh really?" I pull up my grades on my phone. "I think I'm the only one who actually qualifies for the coverup school." I lean across the aisle and show it to her.
Cloud stares at it, then mumbles something under her breath.
But you can't roast as good as me! I lean back in my chair, casually pushing on the chair in front of me. I had to test the waters.
I was in a good mood already.
I never expected for George to be a jerk. Oh well. He'll probably tone it down later, once he realizes that there aren't any cool people to impress.
God Loves You All!