You were a smart girl, everyone knew it. High grades, good school. But there was this one problem; something seemed to be wrong with you. You could move things with your mind—usually it happens when your upset.

Your parents have taken you to doctors, and psychics to see what was going on. But you couldn’t do it on command—“Move the damn plate, already!” The psychic snapped. Erupting a flinch from you in response only.

They all ended in the same response; “She’s clearly faking it”. But you weren’t, you didn’t know what was going on, nor your parents.

One night, after another visit with a doctor, you were lying in your bed. Wide awake. You couldn’t sleep; it was two in the morning. You had school (or so you thought) in a few hours. But suddenly, there was a noise and someone walked into your room.

*”Mom?” You had called out, but it wasn’t your mom. “Sure kid, call me whatever.” The lady said before knocking you out with the handle of her gun.

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up in your room—but it wasn’t your room. You had all your things, but there was no longer a window above your desk. Where are you?

A lady named Gladys with a fake smile told you that you were in The Institute. Supposedly you were helping, and being of a service. It didn’t seem like it.

You went out of your fake room, finding a doorway out to a gated playground. There were other kids there as well. Two girls were jumping on the trampoline, two boys playing chess, and another playing basketball, who’s name was George.

They all greeted you and gave you the rundown, how they tested you and how this was basically a prison. You’re looked as if a test subject and that the workers treated you like one as well. They slap, or they tase you if you don’t do what you say.

“You’ll get use to it.” A girl said, who’s name was Kalisha. “She’s right.” Another one muttered, it was the boy who was playing chess, Nick. The other boy was Luke Ellis, who hasn’t done anything but stare.