Queen Catalina High

Queen Catalina High... School for Special Abilities. School for the supernatural. Everything goes well...Except for the fact that Queen Catalina herself, ruler of Scenovia is a total tyrant. Let's see what she does...


17. Him.

Mattie's P.O.V

It is my him. My dad.

The only reason I agreed to come to this boarding school was so that I could escape from him. But here his is. Right now. I pinch myself, hoping that this is all a dream. Unfortunately...it isn't. My arm hurts and its gone a tiny bit whiter compared to my usual pale skin. I guess I'm pale because I don't go out much, not any more. Not after that incident. I looked at him right in the eye and said "What the hell are you doing here? Get out." although I told him to 'get out' I was the one moving away from him.

"Well I'm sorry Matilda, I had received news from the school that you were late. And I know it is not because of traffic. Where were you?" I stopped.

"What the hell does it matter to you? Don't pretend to be such a good parent. I'm  not as forgettable or forgiving as your darling boys." But he just smiled. In his mind, he must be thinking that hes winning. And hes right.

"Okay then, have it your way..." and he left... just walked past met. I frowned, something must be wrong. He isn't the type of person to just leave. This was not the last time I will see of him. Oh well. I believe I won this battle, who cares about the war?

Just as I thought he was about to leave the building he said "Your mother would be disapp-"

"Shut up." I mumbled "shut the hell up already." I repeated, this time a bit louder. That was the last straw. His mouth kept on moving though, finishing the sentence, but no sound came out. He seemed very perplexed yet...amused. Then smiled and mouthed 'You dirty thief'. 

He knows. He knows of my power. He knows that it was my fault mum died. Not the car. God why couldn't I control my damn power? Why do I have it in the first place? All it has caused is grief. Just grief. Its just a curse, not a blessing as some people have it as. Lucky people. I've heard one person at this school can go back in time. I wish I had that one. Then everything would be the same. Normal. Happy.

"Matilda Jones?" came a voice from behind the door. "Please, come in. The final exams are just inside."

I composed myself. Forget all about him....return to your usual grumpy and 'hilarious' self...

So. The exams. Are not over. 

I screamed silently...but...wasn't I in trouble?


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