Mountain Heights Academy for Gifted Teens

A Story by PeasantKing16

Kiley Travers' first day at M.H.A.G.T. is an adventurous one as she learns the ropes about being a superhero as she struggles to fit in with the other abnormal students.

Kiley Travers, who is an exchange student from London, England, makes her way up the rain stained steps of Mountain Heights Academy. She had received astounding amounts of financial aid and countless recommendations to attend M.H.A.’s newest program for the school, M.H.A.G.T. (Mountain Heights Academy for Gifted Teens). Kiley is notorious as “Angelic Grace” by her family and friends because of her abilities of having the power to manipulate light and manifest its energy into arrows of light. She also has retractable cloud-white wings that can carry her high above the skies. M.H.A.G.T. sent her a transfer form so she can come to America and learn how to use her powers for heroism.

Kiley’s snow white heels make an echoing galloping sound with each graceful stride she takes. It’s her first day and she’s already late to her first period, “Heroic Fundamentals”. She comes to a halt as she arrives at the door of the classroom. She straightens her frilled skirt and tucks a dove’s feather behind her ear; it’s a gift given to her by her grandfather before she left. Kiley takes in a deep breath, exhales, and relaxes her shoulders. Then she enters.

“So as all of you should know, keeping your identity a…,” the teacher stops his lesson and turns his head towards Kiley’s direction. The rest of the class follows suit. She sees a group of girls; the one girl with a ponytail held back by a seashell hair clip, starts gossiping about Kiley, while making frequent eye-contact. Nothing makes high school worse than the mean girls who think they are all that. Then some guys whistle and make dog noises directed at Kiley, making her cheeks burst with color. Some of the guys were looking at her like she is a gazelle that was just thrown into a lion’s den.

“Good morning…and you are?” the teacher asks, obviously annoyed that a random student just interrupted his lesson.

“Oh! Yes! My name is Kiley Travers sir. London, England exchange student sir.” She replies and regains her graceful posture.

“Ah yes, Ms. Travers. Welcome to M.H.A.A. and especially to your first period of Heroic Fundamentals. I am Mr. Saccone. Please find any available seat and we’ll continue our lesson.” He happily says.

Kiley looks about the room of super humans and notices a girl waving. She has copper-colored skin and head of braided blazing blue hair. Emphasis on the blazing part because the girl is literally on fire. Kiley sets down her bag and sits next to the flaming girl.

“Thank you Ms. Rayhart, for being an exceptionally appropriate citizen of society and for giving our new student a helping hand. Extra credit is well deserved here.” Mr. Saccone rejoices and makes a mark next to the girl’s name on the roster sheet.

“Anything to help sir,” the blazing girl announces with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Thank you for letting me sit next to you…uh,” Kiley stops midsentence because she hasn’t caught the blazing girl’s name yet.

“Oh gosh! Sorry. I usually introduce myself right off the bat, but then I just get too excited and when I get too excited my hair burns scorching white as ice and then I become a wild firecracker and then things become set aflame and…yeah.” The girl rambles on, not mentioning her name even one in the speech she just gave.

“Well that’s awesome! I’m Kiley.” She whispers, making sure not to interrupt Mr. Saccone again.

“Hi, I’m Feleisha,” the girl cheers.

The two girls become instant best friends and now they can survive the rest of high school together. They compare schedules and find out that they have two other classes together. Next is Villain Psychology.

The girls walk into their V.P. class and scan the crowd. Near the back row next to a window is a sad-looking boy who’s reading a book. Surrounded by no one.

“Hey! Let’s sit next to that boy over there, no one should be alone,” Feleisha insists.

They pick the closest desk to the kid and stare at him.

“Whatcha reading there?” Kiley questions, noticing that the boy is clamming up, trying to avoid confrontation. “I’m new here, exchange student from London actually. I was wondering…if you’d like to be my friend?” she continues.

I…I’m sorry I can’t have friends,” the boy mutters and averts his attention back to his book, diving into its world of imagination and knowledge.

Kiley gives Feleisha a look of puzzlement. He can’t have friends? She then stares at the boy some more, watching him, completely mesmerized by his book’s contents. The book’s title is “Controlling One’s Mind- Student Handbook”.

“Well…if you change your mind, we’ll be here,” Feleisha concludes and pats the boy on his back.

V.P. class is over and for Kiley’s next period, she has A.E. instead of P.E. A.E. stands for Ability Education. The classroom can be described as a coliseum, well, because it is one. Kiley stands in awe as she looks around the stadium.

“Line up!” a man roars, he’s wearing a dark indigo tracksuit. “Alphabetical Order!”

Kiley and Feleisha find their spots and join in the line long line of students. It seems as if there are about 40 students in this class.

“Welcome! My name is Mr. Vaughn, but you will address me as Coach V.!” the teacher shouts, his voice rough as if his throat hurts from yelling all of the time. “In this class, you will be training and fighting with your abilities. But most importantly, learning how to control them. Now! Nurse McKenzie will be standing on the sidelines in any case, one of you are injured or you know…dead.” But remember! We do not intend to kill our enemies! Unless they are deemed too hostile to be kept alive!”

Coach V. catches a few gasps and side conversations after he mentioned the word “dead”. Chatter arose and Coach is annoyed. He lifts up his arms and a magical aura envelops his person. After the magic lifts, the students see Coach V. wearing a dark indigo colored magician outfit along with a bright eggshell white top hat.

“If my ability has not clicked inside your pubescent brains, it is magic and spell conjuring!” Coach yells once more.

All of a sudden, baby rabbits pour out of Coach V.’s top hat and sit in front of their significant pair. The irony of magicians and rabbits makes Feleisha burst out laughing, however, she immediately stops when Coach’s piercing gaze meets hers.

“Now I will extract a drop of blood from each and every one of you. The token that lies in front of you will grow when you either achieve a goal or learn to master control over your abilities.” Coach instructs.

All of the students’ blood is sipped by their “tokens”. Some grow and change from white to an array of color variations. Kiley’s token is a light turquoise color and it is not much bigger than her heels. She sees everyone else’s tokens, Feleisha has a fuchsia colored token that is slightly bigger small than hers. On the other hand, the boy who was reading in their V.P. class has a token that is almost black with white speckles all over its body and it’s almost as big as his backpack. He literally has one of the biggest tokens out of the entire class.

“All right! Mr. Larkson and Mr. Blum! Middle of the arena! Show us what you got!” Coach V. demands and then the boys run to each other’s opposite sides.

Kiley doesn’t catch it at first, but the boy who was reading in her V.P. class is one of Coach’s examples. She wonders what his abilities are.

“One! Two! Three!” he calls out, indicating that the match is has started.

“Hey, what are the boys’ names?” Kiley whispers to a girl watching the fight.

“Well you have Mason Blum, the complete package of hotness and charm…and then you have the anti-social creep, Graysen.” The ignorant girl says with a bit of sass in her tone.

The jocks stands firm in his place and begins charging up a pulse of some kind. Immense energy waves flashing from his body.

Graysen takes a step back, studies Mason, then turns and walks away.

“Get ready freak!” Mason shouts at the top of his lungs.

A silverfish veil surrounds Mason and a pulse of extreme sound waves rises from within his chest and shoots straight at Graysen. Seconds before he is hit, Graysen’s feet lift ever so slowly off the ground; he then hangs his head back, arms stretched wide. Suddenly the impact of Mason’s power has diminished as it has little to no effect. Graysen’s now glowing body fades in color leaving him looking dark and dull.

Kiley watches, completely shocked by Graysen’s ability.

“You’ve got this Graysen!” cheers Feleisha from within the crowd of nervous students.

Graysen opens up his fists revealing two violet orbs that are floating in his palms. He then launches the projectiles as fast as lightning. Absorbing into Mason’s body.

“What the hell is this?” the dumbfounded jock cries out as he starts floating up towards the ceiling.

Graysen looks directly at Mason with a sinister smile and a gleam in his eyes. Finding every essence in his body for reasoning on why he shouldn’t…completely destroy the bully.

“It’s called Anti-Gravity, you Neanderthal!” Graysen screams, veins pulsating from within his neck. “And this is my power of reversal projection!” He announces as the jocks twirls around in the air.

Kiley spots a portal forming above Mason’s twisting body. But before she knew it, the same pulse of extreme sound waves blasts downwards, encasing Mason in his own energy. The pressure of the sound waves shred his clothes and Mason plummets to the ground like a meteor. The jocks body crashes into the ground making a dust cloud appear around him. The students all stare, jaws hanging low in shock.

“Congrats”, comments Coach, “you’ll do great things here.”

“Mason!” the sassy girl yelps in fear as she dashes to the boy’s distorted body.

The nurse teleports next to Mason and examines his physique. She peers through her glasses and comes to a conclusion, “He’s alive. Aside from the broken arms and twisted ankles, he’s fine.” She analyzes.

A wave of relief washes over the students as they shed tears and hugs, knowing that the most popular guy in school is well and alive. Kiley shakes her head at Feleisha, showing that they shouldn’t be sobbing over a bully’s wellbeing. He rightfully deserved to be hurt.

Graysen walks over to his token and in a blink of an eye, it grows taller and its fur becomes more transparent. It looks almost space-like. The white speckles become bright little sources of light as if they are stars, living inside the token’s body.

“You are pretty awesome Graysen,” Feleisha states as she walks up to the impervious kid. “I don’t care if you said that you can’t have friends because me and Kiley, we are your friends. No one deserves to be bullied "not someone like you.”

“Thank you,” the boy manages to force out. He’s shaking from the aftermath of the fight. “I never had friends before…”

“Because of your abilities? Because they’re the very thing that make you, you.” Kiley empathizes, “no one can take that away from you and now you have us to watch your back.”

Feleisha gives Graysen a thumbs up and hugs him. He’s still clammed up, but hopefully with each passing day he’ll become comfortable and open. With that Kiley enjoys the rest of her day and heads home. She discusses her day over dinner with her mum and then climbs into bed. She switches off her lamp ready for a great school year at M.H.A.G.T.