The Prodigy Project (Completed)

*I wrote this when I was, like, 12. I swear I probably didn't even understand what a full stop was for. This is here now only to show progression in my writing* 5TH PLACE RUNNER UP IN WATTPAD 2012 WATTY AWARDS.

Ever believed in super heroes? Nadia didn’t. That is until she became reality’s equivalent to one along with 239 unfortunate others. Put together a division between good and bad form, a battle for freedom and potential war develops. This is T.P.P – The Prodigy Project.
“You are all the best in your category; you specialize in it in every way possible, with a little unfair advantage of mutation and modern development. You are all the prodigies.”


1. Introduction

~~I looked down at my blank page and a question paper I had yet to touch in the midst of a class test. I looked over at the clock and noticed the bell was going to ring. Thank god. I wrote my name ‘Nadia Symons’ and the date ‘5th November 2028’. I wanted out of here, and quick.
The bell went suddenly and I couldn’t get out of the chair fast enough. Today also so happened to be my birthday, and I was dying to get home and celebrate with my family and eat some ‘birthday’ food.

"Miss Symons, remember you have that 10 page creative writing essay due after this weekend - don’t forget like last time," The teacher shouted at my back as I pulled open the door and sent it flying back into the wall.

"I won’t, sir!" I called back, already half down the hall. Before I left I had one more thing to do – meet with Yasmin before we would both meet back up later at my house for my birthday. We’d always meet up after school, even just for a five minute run down of what happened in the last two classes after lunch. Habits die hard.

I ran past the seventh set of lockers before the front doors came into view where some natural light spilled onto the entrance floor. I sighed in relief – no more of this fake fluorescent lighting for today.

"Nadia!" I heard my name being called. I looked around to find the voice amongst the day-end rush. I spotted her, just pushing her way towards me.

"Yasmin!" I called back just as enthusiastically, stepping closer to her and exchanging a light hug.

Yasmin grinned. "Long time no see!" She shouted in my ear. I was used to her loud voice – I’d lived with it for years and by now my hearing had become numb.

"We saw each other 2 hours ago...” I sighed, letting her go. "So what’s up?" I asked her, all desperate need to go home out of mind as I stared back at my best friend.

She sighed to herself. "Oh, nothing much..." she said, which knowing her meant she had something she really wanted to tell me. She was good at keeping things to herself… For two seconds.

"There's always something," I laughed.

After a few seconds of scuffing her shoes and embarrassingly looking around checking out who was still left in the corridor, Yasmin began to talk. "I got asked out by Jace Richmond!" she finally announced, with a small by shy grin planted on her lips.

I looked around like her and noticed there weren’t many around. No one we knew. I grinned back at her and squealed. "Oh my god – that’s awesome! I told you he liked you,” I began babbling. She was finally getting what she wanted. If she was happy, I was too.

"Don’t worry; I’ll let you in on all the info later - I'm coming to your house tonight, remember!" she exclaimed as I took a step back. Yasmin was coming around later to tell me in more detail. All that gossip.

"Oh yeah...” I laughed. Memory wasn't my best talent; I wasn’t all in all a very skilled person at all, getting average grades. I didn’t expect to do too much with my life, anyway.

"Yeah 'Oh yeah' so smart of you Nadia..." Yasmin laughed and made a 'shooing action. “Now go!" She pushed.

Sighing, I smiled back and took a few steps towards the door. "See you, Yasmin!” I passed her a half smile as I spun on my heel while shaking my head. Just through the doors I saw my car sitting right in the middle of the car lot. It was a red car. It wasn't old or new, but it fit me and my brother fine.

I partly jogged to my car, out of breath by the time I arrived. I opened the door and sat myself in the passenger seat waiting for my older brother who could actually drive. Getting impatient I reached into my bag and fished out the keys placing them in the ignition while bent over the seat. The car made a few noises, and then nothing. For a moment I sat staring at it, as if expecting it to burst into life any second. After realising it wasn’t going to do such thing anytime soon, I wacked my hand across the steering wheel. The stupid car was working fine this morning.

My car had broken down several times before, but we couldn't ever afford to get it repaired professionally so we repaired it here and there through our father – who knew just ebout enough to change a tire and look under the hood here and there.

Someone knocked on the window suddenly. I turned and saw my older brother, Alex, standing alone with a raised eyebrow. I mocked a sad expression and slowly got out to tell him the car had finally died.

My brother laughed – not because he car was broken, but because I was too eager to get home.

“How are we going to get home?” I whined.
Alex looked left and right at the hurriedly emptying car park, the cogs in his head turning. It seemed it wasn’t only myself desperate to get home. “’I’ll ask Paul if we can get a ride with him,” He mumbled, more to himself that anyone else. Thank god for him and his large friend group.
Wandering off I saw him approach one of his football team friends who I guessed was called Paul and they exchanged a few words. Pointing back at me, his friend popped a look over in my direction before nodding… Like he didn’t know who I was already. Everyone knew Alex and I were siblings.

Alex waved his hands at me signalling to follow them. Approaching them by a silver car, my brother slid into the passenger seat while I tried to catch up. Knocking on the window, he turned around in the seat and smiled while gesturing for me to get in.
My brother’s friend Paul turned around and smiled slightly. He was a blonde kid, exact same as my brothers. The stereotypical jock type figure all high schools had at least one of.
Paul twisted in his seat and asked, “So it’s your birthday huh?” A light smirk appeared on his face, flicking gazes between me in the mirror and the road as we pulled out the lot.
“Yep. Sixteen today!” I declared. I was excited for my birthday – it wasn’t every day that all my family and friends got to be together in the one place. Not to mention the gifts – which was the best part of any birthday, I’d have to admit.
My parents weren’t the richest, but I was appreciative no matter what I received. It’s the thought that counted, right?

Getting out the car once it was parked fully on the sidewalk outside of my house, we all hopped out. I walked ahead towards my door and heard Paul and Alex chat together further behind. No time to wait on them.

Grasping hold of the door handle, I twisted it and pushed it open. It was dark, the curtains were pulled, and I became confused… Was no one home?
Suddenly inside the lights flicked and appeared an amount of figure in the room screaming surprise like they’d just found their voice. I recoiled and looked around, spotting my parents standing in the far corner, Yasmin’s parents beside them, cousins, aunts, uncles everywhere else.

I laughed awkwardly to myself and peered around. There across the room my parents smiled like maniacs. They spoiled us rotten and I couldn’t thank them enough for being the best. They’d have more kids to spoil if they could.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I felt my brother and his friend brush past me. "Good luck Nadia," My brother whispered, passing by.

Everyone seemed to break off into group chatting with each other, congregating around the snack table my parents had set up in the far corner near the kitchen. "Happy birthday baby girl, 16 already!" Mom shrieked, making her way towards me and finally gave me a kiss on my forehead. I groaned internally and waited for a ‘you’re 16 now’ speech. It never came. 

My mum reached into her back pocket and pulled out a white envelope. "A letter came in the post for you...” Mom teased like it was something special. The only letters I’d been getting lately were letters from The Pony Club – an obnoxious magazine for pretentious seven year olds.

"Yeah? Can I see it?" I asked. It was either a subscription letter or maybe one from my grandma who lived a few states over. I hadn’t seen her in years, and it didn’t appear like she wanted to see us while she lived it up on her retirement funds. Could she not even spare me a few dollars for a birthday card? I sighed.

Mom held it out and shook it. "Well it is your letter silly," Mom said as I taken it from her hands.

I looked at the envelope briefly and saw it really was blank. No sign or indication it was from a magazine, anyway. The onky thing that had me wary were the bold words ‘Private’ stamped over the front.

I began to read:

Dear Nadia Symons,

You’re are invited to attend full time at TPP academy, chosen out of thousands in the USA. It is essential that you attend and we’ll be anticipating your arrival. A car will pick you up at 7 AM tomorrow, Monday 6th November at your family home.

Yours sincerely,

Brett T. Davidson.

TPP Academy Headmaster.   
That certainty wasn’t a letter from The Pony Club.

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