Gleen Wood (chp. 2)

CHAPTER TWO Greetings 

Everyone stood staring at the building. Two people walked out of it: a woman and a boy about 10 years old.

“Come in. This way,” the woman said. “Come to this room and put your bags here, then follow me.” They followed her to another room. It had 10 student desks and one big one. “Sit down please.” Everyone found a desk.

Creepy, creepy, creepy. That’s what Saleha thought of this new school. Her old school was nothing like this yucky place. She was sitting in a … desk, she thought. There was a girl with wavy dusty sun-colored hair and glasses sitting on her left and a boy with brown hair and glasses on her right. They seemed friendly. The looks on their faces when they saw the school told Saleha that they thought the same about the school. A brown-haired boy looked surprised when a girl with blondish brown hair and glasses walked in. Saleha kept examining the expressions and actions of the other kids because she was shy and didn’t want to introduce herself to the others.

Suddenly the girl with wavy dusty sun-colored hair said, “Hi, I’m Grace Westpfahl.”

“I’m…. Saleha.” Saleha stuttered.

“Well hi, s..sssa…sa….Saleha!” Grace said cheerfully.

“Attention,” the woman yelled. “I’m Headmistress Spooks!

Let’s start with introducing ourselves! You first! Tell us about you.” She pointed at the black-haired boy who had come out of the building with her.

“I’m Vishnu,” he said. “Watch this!”


He stared hard at a poster on the wall. It said 1999. They suddenly transported to the White House in 1999. “Cool!” “Whoa!” “Wow!!!!” the other students yelled in surprise. And then they were back in the classroom.

“I am 13. I’ve been at Minnesota’s Special School almost all my life,” Vishnu said. “But before I came here, I think I lived in Hawaii. The only thing I remember from when I was little was saying goodbye to all my daycare friends and coming here. When it became summer, my parents forgot to pick me up to go home. Since then, this school has been my home.”

All of the students were silent. It seemed like one of those sad books were the main character barely knew his parents — except this time it was real.

Headmistress Spooks, who did not like the room being silent, yelled “You next!” at a brown-haired boy wearing a shirt that said  I LOVE SCIENCE in big bubble letters.

“Hi ya’ll. I am 11. My name is Dominic Shafer and I love, love, love science! I went to a gifted school for science freaks and I won basically all the science fairs and …”

Dominic was getting annoying and the rest of the kids didn’t want to listen about all his science projects and achievements. They heard about his room, decorated with trophies and medals and poster boards and his latest award-winning science fair project. There was also something about adding blah plus blah to equal blah.

Headmistress Spooks seemed unable to keep her temper; the science-y explanation was too much for her too.

“ENOUGH!” she yelled. The room was silent. Suddenly Dom burst into tears and ran to the front door. Vishnu followed him as Headmistress Spooks yelled “Continue” to a brown-haired boy.

“Are you okay?” Dom was surprised by the voice of Vishnu.

“What are you doing here?” Dom asked.

“I’m here to see what’s wrong,” Vishnu replied. “And to bring you back to the classroom because you might get lost when you try to get back by yourself. I have to admit this place can be a bit spooky.”

“I’ve noticed, and I’ve decided I’m going home tomorrow,” Dominic said.

“You can’t!!!” said Vishnu worriedly. “If you don’t stay, the whole world will be at risk!”

“I don’t care if the world is at risk,” said Dom, who remembered this from the letter. “I just LOVE science!” he said, bursting into tears again.

“Please stop, please stop!” said Vishnu, not liking that a nice kid was upset.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he eventually said, which calmed Dom down.

“What is it?” Dominic asked.

“So, many years ago when I was younger,” Vishnu began. “I wanted to leave the school too. Before Headmistress Spooks was headmistress, we had Headmistress Pots. She was the nicest headmistress ever, then one day she…she….”

“What happened to her?” asked Dom curiously.He had forgotten about the science drama with Headmistress Spooks, and was into the story Vishnu was telling. Dom’s second favorite thing is stories.

“She died,” Vishnu said sadly. “Since then Headmistress Spooks has been the headmistress. I never really got along with her when she came. She changed everything we were used to. I protested against it. But believe it or not I was

in the same exact place as you. A second year student followed me and told me this secret, the secret I’m just about to tell you-”

“You mean you have not said the secret yet? That’s one long secret alright.” Dom interrupted.

“Shush, do you want to hear the secret or not?” said Vishnu calmly.

Dom nodded and then kept quiet.

Vishnu started speaking again “Ok, so in this school you get powers and-”

“POWERS?!?!” Dom interrupted very loudly and then realized that he was supposed to keep quiet. “Oh sorry, continue.”

Vishnu looked at Dominic, very irritated, then he went on to continue the secret. ” And we save the world with the powers, that’s why the world will be at risk if you leave. Oh, and also that’s why we were at the White House in 1999. My power is time travel, and you will unlock your power soon.”

Dom was very surprised at the whole ” powers” thing. “I will stay but I am not going to like it”

I bet you will thought Vishnu. “Should we go back?” He asked.


When they came in, they caught the brown haired boy saying something like “So, Yeah that’s my story.

“What did we miss?” Vishnu asked the girl with blondish brown hair. “That is Soren.” she said pointing at the boy with brown hair. “He lives in Wisconsin. He is 12½ and is a multimillionaire.”

“Ok.Thanks.” Vishnu replied.

At the end they learned Skyler {the blondish brown haired girl} likes being called Sky, Soren lives in Wisconsin, and Kiran is the most handsome boy ever.

In your dreams Grace thought.


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