C.H.A.N.G.E. ~The Academy of the Future

C.H.A.N.G.E. ~The Academy of the Future

C.H.A.N.G.E literally means *Children of High Abilities for a New Generation that Evolved.

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Chapter 2

Lukas Rowan Finley

I woke up to the rustling sheets and the echo of footsteps on the dormitory floor. I forced myself to sit up, and I shivered as cold air hit my bare chest and back like a thousand needles. I grabbed the hoodie hanging on the edge of my bed and slipped it over my head before I walked barefooted into the bathroom. The familiar chill of the glass tiles stung my feet like they usually did, but today I longed for the feeling. Today would be the last day I stepped foot in this bathroom, my dorm, and even my school.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, sighing in relief as the hot water thawed my nearly frozen toes. When I stepped out, I gave my hair a quick rub with my towel before wrapping it around myself and stepping out to get dressed. Less than 10 minutes later, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror fixing the plain brown bow tie on my plain light tan button-up shirt and plain tan dress pants. I ran my hand through my always messy hair in an attempt to tame it before walking back to the dorm still barefoot.

The other boys bustled back and forth around me, most of them resembling the actions of girls. They asked each other if their hair was ok, if their fly was zipped, if their bow ties were straight, etc. I didn't blame them, however. Before today, we haven't had much contact with the girls at the school, so they were all hoping to impress them. Me, on the other hand, could care less. I was so worried about which community I would be placed in impressing girls was the last thing on my mind.

After slipping on some socks and a pair of brown loafers, I sat on the edge my bed with my head in my hands. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the nightmare from the night before from flooding my thoughts. What made it even worse was that it wasn't only a nightmare, it was a memory from my childhood. I finally stopped fighting it and played out the scenario in my head for what seemed like the billionth time:

It started in a small room with a small but bright light shining on a surgical table in the center. I had only just turned 5, so the table I was chained to seemed monstrous. A man in a coat walked in with three objects: a blanket, a teddy bear, and a knife.

"Touch the blanket," the man said sternly.

I shook my head.

"Do it now," he yelled, causing me to reluctantly place my hand on the soft blue material. "Now, tell me what you see."

"I see a little blue sailboat in the ocean. The sun is out and the water is calm," I told him.

"Good. Now imagine a storm coming in and the little boat getting lost in the waves."

As he described the picture to me, I watched in horror as the boat was enveloped into the now roaring water. I quickly pulled my hand away before it fully disappeared because I could hear a little boy crying.

"No, do what I say!" he yelled angrily.

I shook my head and shrunk back. What happened next was a blur. The man seemed to have lost his patience and he threw the knife at me. I screamed when the sharp blade punctured my skin, creating a deep cut along my cheek. The pain was unbearable, especially at such a young age, so I kept screaming and crying. The man was clearly fed up with me.

"Shut up you little brat!" he yelled and punched me in the gut. However, that only caused me to scream louder. He punched me again in the arm, then in the face leaving me with a black eye later on.

"You're useless," he grumbled before storming out of the room, leaving me with blood pouring down my face.

Then, a man walked into the room. He picked me up, not gently but not roughly either, undid my binding, and took me into another room. He put an IV needle in my arm, and the next thing I knew I was waking up with stitches in my cheek and an ice pack on my eye.

I snapped back into reality, realizing I had been subconsciously tracing the scar on my cheek with my fingers. I looked around and noticed that everyone had already left. Dang I must have been zoned out for a while. If I'm late, they'll probably kill me, I thought before I raced out of the room and down the hallway hoping to catch up with everyone in time.

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