Mystique Academy

Meet Sally Stone.She's 14 and attends Mystique Academy a.k.a. St Annalice's Academy for the Gifted.Most people think it's a snooty, snotty boarding school for the extremely rich and well-off.But Sally Stone isn't.Her parents are working class.They both have full-time jobs and are barely home.Her siblings don't mind as they can look after themselves.However, Sally is different from her brothers and sister.She has the amazing gift to move things with her mind and the ability to see into other's minds.That is why she attends Mystique Academy.So she can learn how to control her powers.You see, Mystique Academy is full of children like Sally.They all have powers; Strange, Cool and sometimes Scary.The teachers at the Academy all teach the children how to control the powers and how they can help better the world and how they can help others with their powers.But what happens when the school is threatened with closing?Can Sally and her friends save the school without exposing their powers?

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7. Chapter 7

I dig into my favourite breakfast; Sausages, baked beans and a boiled egg with soldiers. Not the most normal combination of breakfast but when you see what my friends are eating, mine looks normal. Oliver is chowing down on a stack of pancakes, sounds normal til you hear what sits upon the stack. On top of his flat pancake pile lies a few fried eggs, the yolk dibbling over the edge and making a break for the table below. Charlie is scoffing down a bowl of crunchy nut cornflakes and baked beans. Not together in the same bowl, no that'd be sick. Instead he has two separate bowls but he does take a mouthful of flakes and beans together, just using two different spoons. Jade, on the other hand, probably has one of the most normal breakfast. Baked Beans on a slice of toast and a waffle swamped in syrup.

Okay, so we don't eat too healthily but it's the first day back and the cooks of the school always make a large buffet-like breakfast so everyone can have a good start to the school year. Every other day, it's a set menu. Pancakes one day, waffles the next, then a full-on fry-up and a selection of cereal after that. So the first breakfast back is always the best. 

"What have you guys got first?" Charlie asks, shoveling each spoon into his mouth, one after the other.

"Will you eat like a normal person, first?" Jade asks, looking straight at Charlie with an eyebrow raised. None of us can understand how he can eat cornflakes and baked beans at the same time. 

Charlie pauses, empty baked bean spoon hovering over the bowl. As he thinks, his mouth subconsciously hangs open, revealing chewed up beans and cornflakes. Me and Jade exchange disgusted glances before glaring at our friend before us. "Nope." He finally replies, accidently spitting food out at us.

"Yuck! Charlie!" I yell at him, tapping the screen of my tablet planner. "Anyway, I have Private Tutoring first." I sigh and then sarcastically add, "Fun."

"Who's tutoring you, Sal?" Oliver asks, joining in the conversation.

"Uh.." I start, tapping my timetable once more. "Miss Kandy. She's the new teacher, right?" I look to the others who all nod at me. "Great." I say, letting my voice ooze sarcasm. "Well, what do you guys have." They all check their tablets and then reply,

"English." At the exact same time. Freaky.

"Great, so I'm completely lonered." I mutter, spooning the last of the egg from the shell and eating it. I lift the egg shell from the cup and then crush it in my hand, the sharp edges digging into my hand.

"Why do you do that again?" Oliver asks, pushing his empty plate towards the middle of the table.

I look at the egg shell and shrug. "I dunno really. Tradition, I guess?" I drop the crushed egg shell onto my plate and push it towards the centre with Oliver's. 

"Oh yeah, you and your weird egg-crushing tradition." Oliver replies.

"Shut it, Trent-y!" I retort, using his surname. 

"Make me, Stone!" Oliver says quickly.

"Oh, you wanna go there?" I ask, standing up from my seat on the bench and staring him down.

"Bring it, Stone!" Oliver almost shouts, standing up eye level with me.

"Alright." I say simply and sit back down. Oliver smirks, obviously thinking that he's won. I look at Charlie who's sitting on the bench next to Oliver. I give him a subtle nod and he rises to his feet, standing back from the table. Oliver gives Charlie and confused look and I gently raise the bench beneath Oliver.

Oliver collapses onto the bench as it rises higher and higher, towards the high ceiling of the canteen. Oliver shrieks and grips the sides of the bench with both hands. 

"SALLY!" He screams as he gently hovers just below the ceiling. 

"Yes? What is it, m'dear?" I ask sweetly, gazing up at him.

"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" He screams again.

"Hmmm...?" I hum, faking deep thought. "No thanks, I'm good." 

"Excuse me? Miss?" A voice says behind me. I turn round and see Miss Kandy. She smiles at me, a smile that is visible in her deep sapphire eyes. 

"Oh, hello Miss Kandy." I say, smiling innocently.

"Are you doing that?" She asks, pointing to Oliver on the roof.

"Yes, Miss." I tell her.

"May I ask why?"

"Well, he called one of my traditions weird when it's just something I grew up with." I explain. Miss Kandy smiles.

"Right, well, if you let him down, I shall make sure he's properly punished." She tells me. Reluctantly, I nod and slowly put the bench, and Oliver, down. "Thank you, Miss....?" She pauses, waiting for me to speak.

"Stone. Sally Stone." 

"Sally Stone?" Miss Kandy repeats. She looks distance for a minute before continuing. "That name is familiar, where've I seen it?" She asks herself.

"On your timetable. You're tutoring me first period." I speak up.

"Oh, of course! Well, I'll see you first period then." She smiles at me before motioning for Oliver to follow her, which he reluctantly does but with a frown on his face. They leave the canteen and I turn back to Jade and Charlie, who's sitting back on the bench that's firmly on the ground.

"You had to cause trouble during breakfast, didn't you?" Jade asks sarcastically.

"Yup." I say with a quick nod. "But he should know not to test me." I point out.

They both agree, nodding their heads and muttering "True." and "He does it every year.". 

The bell rings and I hop up, checking where I'm going for my tutoring with Miss Kandy. Room 398. I wave goodbye to my friends and arrange to meet up later. I run off, dodging lost first years, slipping past half-asleep students who are barely aware of what's on around them and leaping over dropped books and bags. I sprint up stairs and find myself in front of Room 398. I knock quietly before turning the door knob and entering the clean room.

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