The glass pane where I rested my head felt cold to the touch. It was enough to compel me to open my eyes and push against the passenger’s door. There was a weak sunlight, blocked by a thick mass of fog. The scenery had changed a lot. We went from arid, almost desertic to a cool a humid woodland. Clouds crawled atop the ground. I posses no knowledge on forestry, but I could tell a pine from an oak. Both species were present on the vegetation, along grass and shrubbery.

I didn’t want to take my sight off the windows. Seven Star’s students were waiting for me at the other side of the car. Appearing to be asleep, I thought about my condition. A full night of travel. Depending on were we headed, we could have crossed the border. But that was all I had. Geography was one of the many classes I failed. No less than a major smartass could pinpoint coordinates out of their scenery.

A dead stop took me by surprise, sending my body forwards. We had been traveling at unknown but high speed. Since I was so obviously rocked by the braking my act went under. Reyna and Otto, compared to me, were at an opposite orientation. They weren’t as affected but the inertia. Reyna was still asleep, while Otto was reading a pocketbook.

“Psst. At your right.” I told him to look at his partner.

“What, something about her?”

I didn’t hate him as much. Refer to it as a small grudge. I wanted to hold at least small talk. "It would be great if she stayed like that, forever."

He leaned back, his shoulders drooping. "Some of these days, I do agree-"

Perhaps sensing the hostility, Reyna awakened. The first thing she did was to stare me down. No greetings, to neither of us.

“Can we stop for the bathroom? I want a chance at escaping.” My eyes rolled sarcastically.

“Resounding no. We’ve entered the mountains. They make for the ESP community’s largest site. The schoolgrounds are only minutes away. And that’s all you are going to see of the complex.”

Complex? The limousine stopped at a few checkpoints. All scattered throughout the mountainside. The SUV joining our convoy, left us. So, it was a complex, a large one. Covered by a strange fog, located in seclusion and with heavy handed security. The idea of a High School placed there was simply sketchy.

“I took a lot of care to hide myself. And besides…Where did you hear of me? We aren’t related nor have I ever known about your crowd of psychics.”

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My relatives, who definitely gave a good shot at finding me failed to do so. How was I supposed to believe these people found my name, location and my gradebook from my previous school? On which evidence are they assuming me to hold psychic power? I’ve never done anything remarkable. It’s my first hearing of it. Assume everything is possible.

“A psychic power to locate espers. Who owns it?”

"It was me, Otto. Able of locating our kind."

"His family has handed down that power since centuries ago. Psychic inheritance is uncommon, but it happens.”

Well, I imagined he could do something flashier. I saw him a new set of eyes. The mention of lineage made sense. He had a sort of finesse fit for a noble.

"The fog ends here. This is Seven Star College." He said.

"Walk the rest. Get those legs working for something purposeful."

"Reyna. We can do the favor of transporting him. Your rude attitude towards Class F has made the Council unpopular with them."

“Cut it Otto. Fifty percent of Class B and downwards dislikes us. Jealousness much?”

They had differing and incompatible opinions. I weighed my options, walking or staying inside the car.

"I'll go myself, thanks Otto."

“Get going, first period will start soon.”

I’m going, to scout the front door of the place. Thinking it was going to be useful in the future. I had decided to flee ASAP. But somehow, I needed to stop Otto from tracking me. Hiding my intentions, I took my documents and exited the limo.

Greeted by the fresh mountain air, it was pleasant at first. Until it sapped away my bodily heat, comfortably warm from the limo’s heated seat. The road was paved with pieces of cobble. And like Reyna said, this area didn't have any fog. There was a clear separation. Their limousine stopped parking and went off. I was skeptic of them leaving me like this. When they had made such a big deal of capturing me.

But they disappeared. At the other side of the sloping road. The hill blocked their sight. How could it be? Am I already trapped? I scanned my surroundings and the clear divide of the fog became something to be wary of. It seemed artificial. More like a barrier than an atmospheric condition. It had the texture of a cloudy pancake, but it was a wall. With yellow and black warning stripes taped on the road.

Is there any security around? We had passed many checkpoints staffed with those anachronistic soldiers. But I stood alone there, only accompanied by the woods. The documents I was holding. I placed them out of the way.

Plant debris dotted the sides. The forest was sparsely populated. I picked up a medium sized branch, about three feet long. It had fallen off and I used it for a quick experiment. I poked at the wall, driving the stick into the cloudy barrier. The branch sank halfway, and it started smelling off-putting. An acrid, revolting odor permeated the air. It made me jolt the stick out of there. The half that entered the fog was charred, most of it had dissolved. Ashes rained towards the soil. My heart skipped a beat, when restarted it revved up to an uncomfortable rate. The branch crumbled as my trembling shook it up and down.

I stopped caring about disposing the evidence. What happens to those who try to leave? The College was a prison. Whoever owned it, preferred for my body to be disintegrated rather than allow me outside. I grabbed my papers, perceiving them differently. That Letter of Admission made official my incarceration.