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Patton
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Why did Patton's mother and father send Patton here?
Patton was a good student with A to B+ grades and had many talents like, singing, he really liked painting fields of bright yellow California poppies that made his parents extremely happy every time he painted a picture, and he could make any animal, plant, and object that existed in the world as long as there was square-shaped paper.
Actually, he knows the exact reason why he has been sent into this school.
And even the reason why he was thrown from his home into a raven-black car filled with other young, unlucky kids.
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His great-great-grandmother, Mera Ffanlyystt, use to owe a prim and fancy woman, Lady Crimson, a ton of money. She wasn't really good with money and she had to keep borrowing and borrowing tons of dollars from Lady Crimson, who was her old school friend from second grade.
Lady Crimson actually founded and owned a school that "refines" magic. The eldest child of every nuclear family is sent to the Crimson School of Refining Magic. If they refused she'd them hunted down and then they torture the poor, young kid.
Since Patton was the only child of Priya Ffanlyystt and Martin Scarrgrove he was going to be sent to the school today.
He didn't expect it to happen this way.
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Patton was evicted from his home as soon as the two guards dressed in fancy black suits knocked on the ruby red door.
His mother assured him that everything was going to be okay and that even if things weren't okay she would love him no matter what.
Patton didn't know why his mother had to tell him that message. Priya only told Patton those special, heartfelt words when he was about to be in danger.
Until he got thrown into the black car and heard the stories of all of the other kids in the car.
A girl wearing a ivory white dress with a pattern of embroidered white roses told Patton that she was practicing aerials in her new wide room when suddenly two guards took her away and thrown her into this car. Her white-gold ringlet earrings studded with bright cut clear diamonds were dangling around when she was telling this story.
A boy wearing a long-sleeved pine-green shirt with a gray flute printed on the shirt told the same story but instead he was gardening in his front yard of a small suburban home that Patton walked by everyday when he walked to school. He had managed to sneak in a golden red ruby enamel pin that was a family heirloom that stayed for many generations and generations in the car just to have it taken away from the driver. Patton wondered why he would bring an old family heirloom to a school of all places on the first day.
Two twin girls wearing fancy dresses covered in lace and ruffles were reading many books and books on their finely trimmed, perfectly manicured front lawn bursting with blooming poppies, colorful tulips, and roses in shades of yellow, red, and an ombre of red and white when they were kidnapped into this black car. They had manage to sneak in a small plastic bag of four golden brown hazelnut chocolate-chip cookies topped with brown cinnamon homemade by their stepmother who is a chef in a fancy hotel.
Everyone in the car all told their stories of capture and they all were sad and terrible.
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"I want three cookies!"
"Lilith, we were lucky enough to be able to bring the plastic bag with four cookies. FOUR!"
Lilith jumped back a bit. "Geez, Elizabeth."
Patton's eyes slowly blinked open. Everything was blurry. His surroundings were blobs of really bright color.
He focused a bit.
Finally. Now Patton could see clearly.
Everyone seemed to be asleep except for the driver and two girls that were arguing to each other about chocolate-chip cookies.
Patton looked out of the window.
The view was really interesting-.
And terrifying.
There were fields of wheat. But that wasn't the terrifying part of the view. Many hot-air balloons in many different colors were burning in the air. They were all falling down. Patton could almost hear all of the people's loud screams ringing in his head, growing louder and louder as they fell down and died or get injured.
There was a dull kick in Patton's stomach.
What if he was the one who set the hot-air balloons on fire.
It would've been easy to set them on fire. He could easily flick his wrist and a whole entire building will crash and burn to flames. Priya and Martin only knew of Patton's ability to teleport. They didn't know that he was a Nano. Only one billionth of the world's population had a second power. Most Nano's only discovered their powers when they grew and developed more in age and maturity. He discovered his power when he was fourteen and in junior high.
Patton remembered when he first discovered his power. He was hanging out with his friends Alina and Primadonna and then he wished to be warm since it was a cold, foggy December morning and suddenly his hand burned up. Patton blew out the flames but Alina and Primadonna saw. After that incident, Patton, Alina, and Primadonna tested Patton's pyrokinesis many times.
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"We're here."
Patton jolted awake. He must've fell asleep again.
They were at the Crimson School of Refining Magic.
It was a big castle. The castle was painted a jet-black and much like the famous wizarding school, Hogwarts, it was kind of beautiful to look at.
Unlike Hogwarts however, the castle radiated a sad, melancholy, but sort of evil energy to it.
Patton could tell that he wasn't going to be happy here.
They were all checked and detained at two checkpoints. Once they were all approved to go to the school, they were out of the car.
"Great Lilith, now they took away our four cookies."
"I still kept one, Elizabeth. Want to split?"
"Okay." Lilith split the cookie into two uneven parts and gave one to her sister, Elizabeth. They slowly eat their piece as silently as they could.
Two watch guards stood close by the door as they all went inside. Patton wondered which school needed this much security.
The guards led them to The Grand Room. Patton sat on a chair in a giant table where every new student sat.
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Patton was tapping his hand on the table.
Five-six-seven-eight-one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight.
A simple pattern, one Patton known by many ballet classes he grudgingly took for a while before his leg broke and his parents didn't want to pay many dollars for actual lessons and shoes and outfits. He liked dance but he preferred painting many pictures of fields of vivid, bright poppies in many shades of yellow, carmine red, and beautiful tones of light and dark orange.
"You will be assorted into dorms of six or of course you will be the sixth member of an existing dorm of five that needs a sixth person." Lady Crimson was speaking to the students sitting down.
Two guards gave everyone an envelope plain and not decorated.
"What are these for?" Patton asked, staring at his envelope.
"Open your envelope, everybody." Lady Crimson demanded.
Patton ripped open his parchment envelope.
There was a small, white sheet of paper inside.
X-39
"In these envelopes your dorm number will be printed on here."
Why would this be a dorm number? Patton thought.
"Everyone go to your dorms."
They were all led to many sets of raven-black spiral stairs. Signs were posted near all of the stairs.
The signs were posted with letters.
A, G, and many other letters.
Patton searched for X figuring that since X was the first letter of his dorm number.
This school is weird, he thought.
It would get more cruel later.
X-36, X-37, X-38.
Patton was walking to his dorm. He was exhausted from running up the stairs to the 30th floor. There was 50 floors in stair X. Patton was glad that he didn't live on the 50th floor.
X-39.
Finally, Patton was here after many minutes of climbing and walking to his dorm.
He hesitated before opening the door. Patton stared at the door. He was going to live here for an entire school year.
Patton opened the door.
"Well are you our sixth flatmate?"
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Five guys were sitting on their bunk-beds.
A man was leaning on a another man. He was wearing a black jacket with squares of purple-tartan stitched on with black thread. Patton could tell that he probably sewed the tartan on by himself. The man he was leaning on was reading a book. He pushed up his glasses. They seemed to be close together.
Another young man was sitting on the lower bunk, clearly unhappy to be there. He was tapping his foot on the floor. Patton felt as nervous as he looked.
One man was hanging upside down from the top bunk talking to another man snugged in some fluffy blankets.
Patton walked up the ladder on the bunk bed. He sat there staring up at the ceiling.
"What are your names?" Patton asked.
They all answered.
"Roman." The man below him in the bottom bunk said.
"Logan." The man reading a book answered.
"Virgil." The man leaning on him claimed.
"Dee." Dee unwrapped all of the fluffy blankets around him.
"Remus." Remus sat up straight and ran out of his bed to grab a box of butter biscuits and walked back to his bed.
"And I'm Patton." Patton said.
"Is there any food here? I'm kind of hungry from not eating breakfast and lunch."
"RING-RING-RING!"
Patton's body tensed up.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Just the dinner bell." Logan answered, setting down his book.
Click.
Virgil ran to the door and locked it.
"Why did you do that?" Patton asked.
I was about to go to dinner.
Logan climbed down the ladder. He sighed.
"They take away your magic."
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