A Little Glass Cafe'

Cynthia POV My mind wakes up before my body does. All I can hear is shouting. When I am finally able to move my arms and open my eyes I see that I'm in Zac's bed, not my own. He and Lye are shouting, but all I can hear is mumbles.  What the hell happened?  You blacked out. I'm sorry, I didn't know that it would take so much energy for you to transform. I guess I forgot it was your first time.  What the hell do you mean by transforming?   Before Eustin could answer, Lye and Zac start to fist fight again.  Hold on.  The two of them are so immature. If they hadn't noticed, I was awake and I was angry. "Will you two get over yourselves? You are not five!" I yelled at the two of them. They stopped fighting and looked at me. Zac pushed Lye away form him and walked over to me, his eyes filled with worry. "You okay? You kind of blackout back there." He pointed over his shoulder. "Oh I didn't notice." I said. Note the sarcasm. Lye s...

Cynthia POV The car came to a gentle halt. I grabbed my luggage as the driver opened the door. "Welcome to Overland School For The Gifted." He said. God, he sounded like a old broken record player. He must of said that a thousand time already. I looked behind his shoulder. What I saw was just amazing. The school looked like a freaking castle. It's white walls and statues sowed no sign of graffiti. Everything looked crisp, clean and perfect. I never felt so out of place. ******************************* Zac POV "Agh! This so annoying!" I yelled. I can't believe it. I was supposed to have a dorm to myself this year, so I already decked it out, but now that freaking mushroom, smoking Caterpillar says that I'm going to have a roommate. And what's worse? It's a girl! He says it is so important that she stays at Overland. Now I have to remove my stuff from  her  half of the room. She better not be a bitch like that girl here, Amber I think her ...

“No need Cynthia. I’ve already told her.” John said coming out of nowhere. She turned to the mother and looked at her.   Damn it…  Her mother was crying, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m soo sorry. I-I should have told you. It must have been terrible for you to find out this way.” Cynthia felt guilty of showing John the certificate, but she remembered something, that had happened before. “John knew to, didn’t he? He acted strangely when I asked him if one of us were adopted last week. Why did he know, but I never got a clue?!” Cynthia felt like she wanted to scream. John looked shocked. “You knew since last week? But- but how?” John asked. “I didn’t know. I had this dream, and asked you about it. Agh! I should have realised that at the time!” she said. “Look Cynthia. I know that you probably wouldn’t like this, but I told Overland that you weren’t going. You have friends at Herald-“ Cynthia cut her off. “I don’t have any friends, Mum. These same people w...

“Okay. Just remember that I’ll be home by five. You two are cleaning the house for tomorrow’s inspection. Clean everything.” Cynthia’s mother sighed. “Okay. Bye now. My children in cleaning gear. This must be the proudest day of my life. Which actually, is pretty sad.” Their mother left their house and John turned to Cynthia. “Okay. I’ll do downstairs, and you’ll do up stairs. My room is clean, so you don’t need to clean it. Okay. See you in a few hours.” He walked of into the kitchen.  All right then. I’ll start with the bedrooms and then the bathroom and finally the halls. Now, who should I’d start off with. I don’t need to do John’s. Stephaney’s asleep so I don’t want to go in there. My room is fine, so I’ll guess I do Mum and Dad’s.   She thought and she walked into her parent’s room. There was clothing on the floor and the wardrobe was open and full of dust. She peered under the bed to see even more stashed away cloths. “It’s like a five year old’s bedroom in here! Let s...

Cynthia walked to the bus stop twenty minuets before school had ended. No bus would come for another half an hour, so she decided to walk home. She was holding he letter carefully in her hands so she wouldn’t dent it.  Who’s this from? Hey Eustin! A little help if you don’t mind.  Cynthia sighed when she received no answer. “Still ignoring me I see.” She said. “Hey Alander!” Someone yelled from behind her. Cynthia turned around to see that it was Zac running towards her. As he came closer to her she could see some older kids chasing him. They had very pale skin and they all looked alike apart from their hair and red, black and white basketball shirts with all different numbers on them. “Run!” He yelled as he grabbed her hand spinning her around. Cynthia clutched at her letter so it wouldn’t fly out of her hand. “Come back here Red!” One of the older boys yelled at Zac. Turning her head Cynthia could see a baseball bat in his hand. The boy slashed at the running pair and...

“But Miss” Zac complained, “It’s the last day of school!” “Yes, it is!” Mrs Linndell replied, “Thus it is your last chance to learn! Now please pay attention.” Mrs Linndell, as per usual, was teaching her leaving student mathematics. It was good practice, she thought. If only her students would listen, like Cynthia for example, who was staring out the window, thinking hard on something the teacher would never know. Normally Mrs Linndell would tall her off right away, but now, it was different. And it wasn’t because it was the last day of school. “As I was saying, the cylinder has the height of 5cm…” Some of the girls in the corner started giggling. “Clair! Of all people, what are you laughing about?” Mrs Linndell’s face was starting to turn red. “Come on Miss! I’m the highest scoring student in the class. I don’t need…” Mrs Linndell cut Clair off with a laugh. “Oh you think so. I know for one thing that one student scored significantly higher then you in all but one test. Which ...