"I told you to go easy on the newbies, you didn't have to toss her that way " I heard the lady's voice scold behind me.
"Welcome to All supernaturals college " I heard a masculine voice say.
Instantaneously, I turned back.
Who had that deep but pleasant voice?
It was the guy that came with the lady, he had a pleasant face and voice if only his attitude was pleasant too, then maybe I'd give him to Cassandra.
"But what's going on? Where did you bring me? This is not my school and I will like to go back now!" I tried to muster courage. I shouldn't let them see I was frightened.
"I'm afraid you can't go back," the guy said and started walking away.
The lady followed him "Come with us" she said to me.
Of course, I was coming with you, I know no damn person here! I could get lost! I wanted to shout in return but " Where are we going? What is this place?" I asked instead as I jogged to catch up with them.
"You will know soon" she replied as we walked into the school.
I opened my mouth in awe, the school was three times bigger than my school with the insides well embellished with amenities students would need as they study.
I bet it's the super-rich kids that study there, no wonder they had an extraordinary elevator to transport them. I had mistaken it for a portal, silly me. I have too much wild imagination, blame that on the numerous series I've watched.
But why the odd name? All supernaturals college? And how did I get admitted without writing an application to the school? Well, guessed it was my lucky day.
I had always dreamt about going to a super cool college with rich kids.
They led me to a hall that was filled up with students like me, most of them looked lost- like me. I heard some whispers and muttering about being confused about where they were so I knew they were all in the same situation as me.
Suddenly, we heard a voice over the mics surrounding the hall ... " Please gather, the school's dean will shortly come over to address you" the voice said.
The mutterings increased, and even I could not help but ask the two people that brought me there "Is this all real? But I didn't write an application to this school" I had to shout because of the noises ensuing in the hall.
Soon, an old man with long grey hair neatly packed in a low ponytail at the back of his head walked in with some other neatly looking escorts.
I figured that must be the dean.
Everyone one of us got silent as we watch them take the stage in front of the hall.
There was a shotgun mic on the altar, the man stood in front of it and.."Hello everyone, I apologize for the confusion rampaging your minds right now. You are all to clock 18 very soon so we could not waste any more time. I am aware some of you have celebrated your 18th birthday. I am sorry for the delay in coming to your aid sooner" then he paused. Probably to see our reactions.
I thought this man was supposed to shed more light on the matter at hand? Why were his words sending my mind into more confusion?
I was sure it was not just me that was in confusion the others looked lost too as I turned my head to inspect everyone's faces.
How did he know was going to clock 18 soon? My birthday was June 5th and this was May 1st.
"With patience, all confusion and questions will be answered" he addressed our noises.
"I am Androcles, the dean of All supernaturals magical college. This school has been in existence for a hundred and twelve years, it was founded by my late great grandfather. We teach and tutor the young and gifted. We help them throughout the journey of understanding and mastering their powers" he said. Again, his words added fuel to my burning confusion.
What the hell was this old man talking about? What powers?
Someone amongst us mustered up the courage to talk, I didn't know where he found the courage because right now, I was too stunned and confused to speak.
"How can the school be in existence for a hundred and twelve years? I've never for once heard of it" a male among us spoke out loud to the hearing of all of us including the dean.
"It is a school for the selected few and gifted ones. If you didn't have powers you will not be here " the dean calmly replied.
" I don't have powers!" I shouted to my dismay. I did not even know when talked, like what?
The dean and everyone else turned their heads to me, why?
When the other person talked no one reacted like he had thick mucus dripping on his nose.
Why the sudden attention? felt uneasy and wished I unsaid what said
"What's your name, young lady?" The dean directly asked me.
He was speaking to me directly?
I shivered silently but kept a straight face to conceal my fret Medusa Clarke sir" I replied.
Everywhere was silent as all eyes were on me now.
"Can you please step forward?" The dean said to me politely.
Step forward?
Why was he politely saying such an unpleasant thing, I suddenly wished I could spank him or something even though it was wrong to want to spank an elderly person and it was worse to harbor the thoughts of it.
I gradually walked into the arena, felt all eyes following my every step.
I stood behind the dean and beside the other people that stood on the stage with him.
"Come, stand beside me" he ushered me to his beside.
"Medusa Clarke, you say?" he asked me with the same polite tone he had used in calling me onto the stage.
"Yes sir" I nodded nervously.
Usually, I was an outspoken person but his presence radiates such dominance that I felt small under his gaze.
"How old are you?" he inquired.
"Will be eighteen this coming month sir" I answered.
He nodded and removed his gaze from me.
"some of you are eighteen already I'm correct?" he asked the assembled others.
"Yes sir" some of the others replied.
"Please if you are eighteen already will you be kind enough to step forward?" the dean addressed the others.
After a delayed while, a young girl came over to the stage
She looked skeptical and wary like she was unsure of coming over the stage.
Who wouldn't be?
A look of pleasing sprawled across the dean's face. He gave the girl a look that it was fine to speak.
He didn't say anything but saw the unsaid message that followed the look he gave the girl.
"What is your name, young lady?" he repeated the question he asked me before.
"Stephanie Tanner" she replied with a voice that was bearly heard by the rest of us.
"When did you clock eighteen?" he asked her.
"Two months ago" she answered.
He nodded heavily at her " would you please tell us the situation that happened probably three weeks ago?" When he saw her face got reddened and shocked like a fugitive who had just been caught. I saw her expression too and got all the more disturbed.
"It's okay, we are not judging you. We are here to help" he admonished gently.
She looked down at her hands " I... I hurt someone" she stammered in shiversYou hurt someone how?" the dean asked not in the least bit shocked like he was expecting it.
I had my mouth popped open in awe at her. Did she hurt someone?
What was her definition of hurt?
"I don't know how but the bees, they appeared out of nowhere and attacked her. They hurt her badly and I believe it's because of me " she was stammering before but now her words rushed out like a keen wind relentless.
"Who is she? The one the bees hurt" the dean investigated.
"A bully in my class just got recently admitted into a college and has been constantly bullied by some of my mates. That day they were bullying me and while she was hitting me, I got tensed and some bees swarmed us and attacked her fiercely. She was mercilessly battered, for some reason felt like it was my doing." she concluded.
What? So she was a freak?
"I apologize for being late in coming to your aid to those of you that had already clocked eighteen. If we didn't come to get you, Miss. Clarke, you would also hurt someone indefinitely sooner or later when your power surfaces." he turned to face me.
"But.. I don't have powers" I argued again.
Was there even anything like powers?
"You do, just like everyone else here. If you have discovered your powers too please step forward "he addressed the assembly and soon few boys and girls also came over to the stage with uncertainty like a horse flesh.
"Your powers cannot be controlled by you yet, sometimes they might emerge owing to the rush of adrenaline produced by your emotions like anxiety, fear, anger, and the likes." he turned to them "Has anyone any had episodes similar to hers?"
They nodded.
"I know your powers might differ from each other, you will discuss that with your teachers when you resume classes." he announced.