Jemma Roe has been hearing voices since she was eleven, well, one voice in particular, and his name is Chance Lexar. Because of this voice, Jemma has been looked at as mental or insane to the people around her; including her family. This results in her getting shipped away to a boarding school in New York that was developed just for "special" people like her. At the boarding school, she meets two fraternal twins by the names of Katrina and Kyle Madison. They both suspiciously have the same problems as Jemma, they have a single voice tormenting their minds. The voices have also been given names too. Jemma knows that this isn't a coincidence, but what does it mean? Does it mean that these so called "voices" may not actually be something in their head; but something or someone real? Find out in Voices.


4. The Youth Wellness School...And Kyle

Chapter 4: The Youth Wellness School...And Kyle

         Right now I'm sitting in the main office of, "The Youth Wellness School." Ms. Hetman ditched me a while ago after helping me get registrated, so now I'm waiting for my roommate (who's name is Artisan Cambardier; wow) to come and escort me upstairs to my dorm room. 

This school gives me the creeps. Everyone here looks so outdated like they're from the 1800s or something, and the whole place looks like a freaking dungeon. Let's start off with the metal grids over the windows, the wooden doors, oh and the creepy sharp black fencing that surrounds the school as well! 

I hate this place; and there's no way I'm staying here longer than I have to. 

       I'm about to rummage around on my phone to not look like a loner when I notice two new people enter the office. Shit, shiiiitttt! This cannot be happening!! It's the twins, the twins from the airport!! I quickly cover my face with a magazine. I cannot embarrass myself any further in front of the completely sexy vampire boy and his goddess of a sister! Nuh uh, no fucking way!

"Jemma! Hey! Are you Jemma Roe!" A completely annoying, cover shattering voice screeches a few feet away from me. 

         In complete embarrassment (which I was trying so hard to avoid), I lower the magazine slowly away from my face. The royal twins are coincidentally looking my way after stupid Artisan's (I'm guessing that's who this is) scream and when the hot one notices I'm the same girl who fell on her ass in front of him a few hours ago, he immediately  bursts out laughing. His sister, who's trying to be a tad bit more respectful than him, is trying to stifle a laugh too. Dammit, stupid roommate!

I slam the magazine down in a huff and stand up abruptly. "Yes, I'm Jemma Roe,"  I mutter angrily underneath my breath. 

"Awesome! I've been wanting a roommate for so long now! I'm so excited!" She squeals giddily. If you mixed a high pitch baby's cry and the sound of nails on a chalk board you would get Artisan's voice, God, it's so irritating. 

I roll my eyes in response and drag my heavy ass suitcases towards her. 

"Hey, do you need help with those?" The hot, no wait, completely douchey boy teases from behind me. 

I flash him the middle finger before following Artisan out into the front hall. 

"Welcome to YW, Jemma!" She smiles, spinning around in the open hall like a ballerina on drugs. 

"Artisan!" Someone calls from behind us. I turn around and notice it's the lady from the front desk, she kind of looks like Wednesday from the Adam's family but just like twenty years older. 

"Yes Miss. Henney?" Artisan responds back as innocently as possible. 

"I would like you to show around these two newcomers before they are registrated. Jemma can come along with you as well before you head up to your rooms." She smiles gratefully, clasping her pale hands together. 

"Yay! More people!" She whoops happily.  

Shit. This can't be happening. 

The royal twins gracefully walk out of the office and stride powerfully towards us. 

Shit. This is happening. 

"Nice to see you again." The douche bag smiles at me. 

"Hi." His sister pipes up, giving me a shy smile. 

I nod at her but completely ignore her brother. 

"What are you guys' names?" Artisan asks curiously. 

"We're Kyle and Katrina Madison." Kyle replies back quickly. Ugh, his name is Kyle? How much more plain could that get?

"I'm Jemma." I reply blandly. 

"Yeah, we know." Kyle offers an annoying ass grin. 

I don't make eye contact with him because I don't want that weird experience to occur again. I am not falling on my ass twice in one day! 

"OK! Let's get going on our tour!" Artisan whoops, leading us down the hallway towards a few more hallways. Wow, I think this school has about 100 hallways; ugh, it gives me a headache just thinking about it. 

After a few stops at some really black, white, and grey shaded rooms, we finally end up at the library, probably my only safe haven in the whole building. The library is  the only room in the school that has color and life; and coincidentally not one student is coinciding in there. Well, that's better for me, I can actually have some alone time instead of wanting to murder everyone I lay eyes on. I'll be sure to read the books about prison breaks; I'll need the advice in the future. 

"Isn't this library awesome?" Artisan cooes, flipping her feral black hair over her shoulder as she bends down to pick up a book.

"Totally," I actually reply with some  interest in my voice for once. 

"Figures, you're clumsy and a nerd, the best babe in town." Kyle exclaims sarcastically from behind me. 

I clench my fists tightly. Calm down Jemma, just calm down.

"Oh, did that strike a nerve babe? What? Never had a guy call you babe before?" He continues to taunt. 

"OK that's it!" I scream, flipping around to face him head on. "Do you want my foot up your ass or something? Because you're really fucking asking for it!" 

He gives me a smirk. Why that little bitch! 

"Answer my question!" I shout in complete annoyance. 

"I would rather be slowly ripped apart by the limbs than ever have a part of your body up my ass." He replies back softly. 

Whoa. WHOA! OK, he just crossed the damn line!

Before I can throw a punch, Katrina puts a soft hand on my arm. I look back at her.

"Just pay no attention to him, my brother's a dumb ass." She speaks apologetically. 

I give him one last glare before deciding to step out of battle mode. 

"OK, I guess this concludes out tour, mainly because I don't want to see body parts everywhere. Anyway, Kyle and Katrina you can go back to the office to get registrated, and Jemma and I will go up to our room, yaaay!" Artisan claps. 

"Yeah, like I fucking care." Kyle grumbles as he stalks out of the library, Katrina's hot on his trail. 

Wow, New York did get a whole lot worse! Stupid douche bag. 














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