"Three people were running away from the glass building at the end of the street, soon followed by dozens of masked men. One of the masked man was carrying a case, he pressed a red button and the building exploded-"
I woke up in a jolt and sat up, trying to get my breath back to normal. I looked around and I was alone in the room, the lights were off, but from the window sunlight entered and made the room brighter. I got out of bed and walked to the window, opening the curtains letting all the light in and the wind as well. I stood staring at the forest, the tall tress and I stood there trying to figure out what was behind those thick trees.
The door opened and by instinct I turned around grabbing the first thing that I found, which turned out to be a knife, and threw it to the door, not really aiming at the person.
"Good instinct." A man in a suit said, as he took out the knife from his suit. "But next time, aim somewhere you can damage."
"Noted." I replied. "Who are you?"
"I'm Mr. Stalin." The man replied. "I'm the head from your Protection Program."
"Interesting." I replied. "People keep talking about that Protection Program, yet I have no clue of what you are talking about." I added crossing my arms over my chest.
"That's why I am here." Mr. Stalin replied. "I'm going to explain you everything about it."
I rolled my eyes to the man and sat on the desk to listen to him. He nodded and started explaining how I'm supposed to be someone extremely important as I had some sort of 'gift' that let me see the future. His dark brown eyes moved across my face, trying to understand my stone face. I tied my blonde hair into a ponytail, some lockets falling down.
"So, I'm supposed to read minds and predict the future?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Davenport." Mr. Stalin replied. "We are going to teach you how to do that."
"This is stupid." I said standing up. "How am I supposed to do that? People are going to think I'm so crazy gypsy or something."
"People here, are specialised in that." Mr. Stalin said. "I can assure you that no one will think that you are some crazy gypsy."
I rolled my eyes. "Why wouldn't my father tell me about this before?"
"Because we can't tell someone who has power, that they have them until they find out for themselves."
"Calm down." I said waving my hands. "Then why are you telling me this?"
Mr. Staling let out a huge sigh. "Because-" Mr. Stalin ran his hand through his black hair. "Your father comes from a long line of mind readers and future predictors, but only woman got the gift, and you're the first girl in over eighteen years."
"I'm not even eighteen." I interrupted. "Ok, so? I'm like the chosen one?"
"If you put it in this words, you're the key for the better future." Mr. Stalin responded.
"Everyone here can read minds and predict the future?" I asked curiously.
"No." Mr. Stalin replied. "People only read minds. You are the first person in eighteen years that is able to predict the future."
"What do others do?" I questioned, knowing that not everyone read minds.
"Listen Miss Davenport." Mr. Stalin started, probably he was tired of my constants questions and comments. "You are here and people in here are trained to protect people like you. Half go the students are bodyguards, and the rest are mind readers. You're the princess everyone has been waiting for."
"Princess?" I questioned. "Am I a Princess?"
"Yes, Miss Davenport you are." Mr. Stalin. "You should get ready, school starts soon." He added and left.
That's an incredibly stupid joke. I, Richer Davenport, can't be a Princess. I'm the shy girl, someone nobody knows. How on earth, will I be a Princess?
Apparently people love giving me details about my life without the needed answers. I sat back at my bed and stared at the room, that now had everything I owned.
I never thought that after my father's death, life got so weird...