Super Simulator

Chapter 49- Second Circle of Hell

"Galaxy, Galaxy . . . Wake up already . . ." someone was shaking me.

I peeked open my eyes, and I was still lying down on Jason's lap.

"We're here," he said.

I turned my head up to meet his and pecked him on the lips, before getting up and stepping out of the limo. We were at a gated . . . high school?

Why are we in the second circle of hell?

"Why are we here?" I asked the limo driver.

"I'm just here to drive you rich kids to your new school. Those were my instructions kiddo," The driver said, her voice rumbly and gruff.

Well, you were no help at all. 

I stepped up near the others and shaded my eyes from the sun. "You guys got an idea?" I asked.

"Nada."

"Goose eggs."

"Nope!"

I shrugged as I saw a tall woman in really high heels start walking out of the main hall doors and towards the limo. Call me crazy but I swear I saw kids in the windows. The school was basically even a lot bigger than even the mansion. It seemed old . . . and massive. Why would the lab send us here?

The woman got closer and stood in front of us. 

She was even taller than Chase, who was 6'0. She seemed about 6'2, even taller with the heels. She had platinum blond hair and stern, brown eyes with gold flecks. A lot more interesting  than my old, dull brown ones. She had pale skin and seemed to have a very . . .  stern expression. Her body seemed rigid, like a ruler. She had big glasses that framed her eyes.

"Hello . . . you must be Rachel's . .'transfer kids'?" She said. Carlyn caught on and furiously nodded. "Yes, we are," she said.

The woman nodded and shook our hands. "Come to my office, there is plenty we need to discuss." 

We looked at each other and followed after her into the school gate and into the office. The school was massive and old and seemed quiet. Too quiet . . .

We went into the woman's office and I sat down, next to Carlyn. The others stood since there weren't enough seats.

The woman pressed a button. "What was that?" Tyler asked her, staring at the button in her hand.

"It's a multi-deactivation presser 3000. State of the art and costs a lot to wire up and is high tech for the wireless productivity," Carlyn said.

"Let me guess, you're Carlyn?" The woman said.

"The question is why they need 3000 buttons." Richard laughed.

The woman turned to him, "I'm guessing you're Richard?" Richard  bowed, "At your service, milady!" I saw Bailey glare at him as he said those words, and he immediately had a look of remorse.

"Yes . . ." she said. "I just deactivated all the cameras and microphones for our . . . conversation. My wife has told me all about you kids, and I feel honored for you to attend my boarding school. I'm Principal Jackson, wife of your Dr. Jackson. I run Berlin High Boarding School and I've been told you kids need to stay here for a while. I can assure the kids here have never seen your . . . 'news story' that went on for a while, so they have no idea who you kids are. You all should be safe here for the time being, but I expect you all to follow the same rules as the others. You can -under NO circumstances- reveal ANYTHING. That means the lab, the powers, the experiments, NOTHING," she finished.

We gawked at Principal Jackson.

"Wait, we're STAYING HERE? And going to SCHOOL here?!"

"Wait, so we will like, be like, NORMAL like kids?!" 

"Wait, WHEN was this established?"

I just stared at her blankly. We . . .  were going to be kinda normal? For the last time? At least for a while? I smiled . . . I better use it while I can.  Which was odd because I had awful experiences with schools. "You know about us?" Zoey asked. She nodded grimly, "My wife notifies me of everything, so I know every detail. That is why I allowed you kids to stay here for the time being." She pulled out some files from a desk drawer and pulled out several papers.

"We have all of your schedules already fixed, you will all follow your own. You will be allowed to eat your lunch together in the woods, as a way to exercise your powers at least while you're here without being known. Just make sure you aren't followed," Principal Jackson told us. 

She handed us our sheets and sent us out. Except when she surprised us with a: "Wait." We paused and turned back to us. "Which one of you is Emera?" I timidly raised my hand. "You, stay. The rest, go," she said. The rest reluctantly left the room and waited outside the hall.

"Yes, ma'am?" I asked no one, unsure of what to say. She folded her hands in front of her face and propped her elbows on the desk. "So, you're Emera?" she asked. I nodded, clutching onto my paper. "I know all about you. And might I suggest, since you seem to be the leader of this little group, to keep them all out of harm's way. Pristine is out to get you, whether it's to hurt you or use you,  we don't know. But if she somehow manages to find out you're staying here, she won't hesitate to hurt this school or your friends. You're the key to everything Emera, though you may not realize this. I'd advise you to keep away from the regular students. Nothing personal, but we don't want them at risk. I want these children safe at my high school. If you have to socialize with them, though, or one of them somehow find out, you send them straight here. We can find a way to take care of it. Your secret is safe with me, but none of the other faculty. We don't want them catching on either, do you understand?" she asked me.

I gave her one nod of the head, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good," She said. I turned around to leave, but she stopped me again. "Oh, and one other thing," she said. I turned back to Principal Jackson. She seemed to be gazing out of the window. "Stay out of trouble."

Well, THAT'S KINDA HARD FOR ME WOMAN DON'T YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY? I'M PROBABLY GONNA MESS THAT UP FIRST WEEK!

I left the room and went to my friends, who were looking at their new lives and routine printed out on a piece of paper.

"This . . . Is actually happening?" Bailey asked us.

"I don't know, but yeah . . . We even have our own dorm rooms," Marcus said.

"At least most of us are rooming with each other. We'll be like . . . dorm mice" Richard said. Marcus swatted him for the pun.

I looked at mine, I'm rooming with... Stacie.

I looked at her, and I didn't need to have Carlyn's mind reading shit to realize she was thinking 'Ohh HELL NAH!' "This is my last year in high school, and I have to room with STACIE? The girl who's HATED my guts ever since I met her? Unbelievable!

Although, in retrospect, she mainly hated me since we both liked Jason, but STILL!

We followed the room as the boys and girls split into the boy's and girl's dormitories.

This . . . is our new life.

For now.