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Seven Star's F-Class. Part 1

Seven Star's F-Class. Part 1

The limousine and its escort rode away to the College. The familiar small town where I had spent my firsts days of freedom was visible through the vehicle’s windows. It was a brief sight, as the rural settlement was pretty insignificant. Right when we entered the highway, arid grassland made for scenery. Equally, the stiff handcuffs and the stressing silence contributed to make me more than uncomfortable. And unwelcome, on that ride.

Me, and the Student Council staff all lacked driver’s licenses. They seated across me, on furnishing which can only be compared to an actual leather sofa. The boy was the first to speak, introducing himself as Otto van Rosenvelt. Knowing my quirks, I wasn’t going to remember his last name, at all.

“It may not be to your liking. But things are how they are. Starting this night, you are gone from the system. Missing. Without trace.”

“Those are strong words coming from a teenage schoolboy.”

"You don't get it. It is incredibly important." Reyna interrupted.

I do get it, thank you very much. This College situation got me out of my family troubles. At much more worse consequences.

“Start by telling me your effing name. Otto already introduced himself.”

“Sigh. Reyna, President Reyna. You must have a lot of questions to ask.”

“To the point! Of course, I do. Skip the rhetoric.”

"I'm the one giving orders o else…"

"Or else what?"

"I didn’t bring your stun gun, but we could use the car's battery if you want."

She remarked it with a sadistic grin. My heart froze. To admit, she was talking about an excruciatingly painful experience. I swore on never reliving it.

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"Better? We made you the favor of…removing you from your deplorable conditions."

"Reyna…" Somehow, Otto intuited her arrogance got on my nerves.

"Christian. You have great power. A great responsiblity. A great danger to society. The President’s power of psychokinesis. You too, have psychic ability.”

“Definitely weaker.”

He was shooting daggers at her. They guy was only trying to complete his speech. I hated him too, but he hadn’t attacked me or otherwise hurt me. Otto played the good cop out of the two.

“To ensure responsible and safe use of ESP, the College was founded. Every psychic has to go through it. However, I assure you I had no intentions of taking you in like this. No hard feelings?”

“Yes, there are. Deep breath. A magical school?”

“Parapsychology School.” Said Reyna.

“Magical School.”

“Otto, can I ask you to let me off the hook? Just this once.”

He stayed put and Reyna retorted. “The admission is completed. Take the paperwork and accept it. Even if you can’t understand what is going on.” She wanted to pass me a stack of paper sheets.

I turned my back to show them my hands, still tied. She cracked them remotely. What a broken skill. I received the papers titled 'School Admission'. After skipping most of the text I found a disturbing sight. My High School grades before dropping out. I had failed most courses, intentionally. With my grades, I was bound to repeat the entire year all over again.

"Amazing schoolwork. Personally, I'm so proud of breathing the same air as you. A prodigy at failing!"

I simply didn't care for grades. There were other things more deserving of my time. But there's always people who need to measure their worth based on arbitrary numbers.

"With those grades…There is no place for you other than Class F. Not congratulations for getting assigned to the lowest tier."

Otto explained how their system worked. Seven Star used my previous grades (Acquired from who knows where) to place me, the transfer student in their Class Tier system. I got F-classed, reserved for the College’s worst students.

With all that bureaucracy drivel entering one ear and leaving out the other, it didn’t take long for me to considers more important matters…Concerning escape routes. I resolved that I wouldn't survive dropping out of a moving vehicle. And if I did, these guys would rip me a new one. No freedom in sight. Utterly losing hope helped the tension loosen up. Right after the stress hormones stopped doing their thing, I noticed just how tired I had gotten. My weight shifted for more comfort and I slept until morning.