Invincible Year

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Invincible Year by Frye MartinFreedom Dawn Press

I'm going to be a doctor one day even though I hate school more and more every year. At therate I'm going, I will be homicidal by the time I am a practicing doctor. I keep going, though. Ihave to. My mother says that I've been saying I'm going to be doctor since I was really young.She says those were practically my first words. So, I know I'm meant to be a doctor--it's as if Iwas born to be one--so if I quit now, I don't think I would have much reason to live. There are only three months of my senior year left, thankfully. I am so over high school now,especially since I don't go to a regular high school. I am one of the few lucky students to havereceived a scholarship to pay for the crazy expensive Bliff Academy. Maybe that is part of thereason I am so ready for the diploma. Sports at Bliff isn't basketball and football, it's rugby, tennis, diving and polo. The girls doequestrian and cotillions and there are ridiculous balls--not dances--where the decorations cost asmuch as my yearly tuition. I couldn't fit in if I tried. I can't afford to look right even if I dressed for last year's events.Plus, I am way too fat. Of course, they are other fat girls like me. I mean, I am not orca fat butthey can afford seaweed body wraps and I've even heard some talk about liposuction. The onlythink I can afford is a couple weeks of starvation. Easier said than done. Luckily, my uniformswere included in the tuition costs and they are practically designer. I had fittings and everything.So, I look like everyone else, at least at school, and I only have to worry about watching enoughcalories so that I don't bust any buttons or zippers on my uniforms but extra-curriculars are out. My full name is Katreesha Wright but no one can pronounce it so I've been Reesha since myfreshman year when I started at Bliff. Bliff girls have names like Kelly, Veronica and Simone.Katreesha is too far off of the beaten path for any of them to bother with. I've noticed that ifsomething is challenging to rich people to comprehend, they just change it, rename it ordisqualify it and start over. So actually, I'm lucky they didn't just change my name altogether. What is someone like me doing at Bliff? Sometimes, I ask myself that question. Other times,I ask my mother that question. She reminds me that I am about to graduate from Bliff withhonors because I want to be a doctor one day and there are powerful people associated with theacademy who can help me get into a good medical school. She's right. In fact, one of the boardmembers who interviewed me for admission while I was still in middle school began mentoringme sophomore year. Mr. Pfeiffer had his medical and law degrees from Harvard and was chiefmedical director over the system of hospitals through the area. He had broken down exactly whatI should do and what classes I should take through the day of my medical school graduation. Ican't deny that his advice played a huge part in my acceptance to ten top universities, which waseven more than Bliff's likely valedictorian. The rumors were that he had seven. That explains why I would put up with all of the Bliff nonsense but why would such anexclusive school select me, a hapless outsider? Bliff's exclusivity was more a matter of the pricetag than academic performance. There were parents who were founders and CEOs of cuttingedge tech companies, telecom giants and all kinds of people with really big brains but most oftheir kids were average at best. The kids like me, the welfare kids, as we were sometimes called,dramatically boosted the academy's academic ratings with our test scores that were usually offthe charts. Tucker, the valedictorian, got a perfect SAT score, for example. With only five hundred students in the whole school, they only needed a few of us per gradelevel in order to create the statistics they needed to bear out their top-notch private school image.Even as important as we were, we still had to work to close the tuition gap they left us. Like inthe movies, we had to work in the kitchen, serve as office assistants, janitors or whatever they

assigned us to do. I knew this was meant to keep us grounded, to put it nicely. To be more blunt,this was to keep the \"welfare kids\" from becoming too familiar with their superior off-spring. That was fine. I could never be one of them so why try? I stayed at the top of the class, Iearned the admiration of every board member, parent and alumnus who still recognized hardwork and determination and I fulfilled my quarterly work rotation without complaint. Thisquarter, my assignment is mainly in the library. Kitchen duty and other menial work is mostlyrelegated to underclassmen. It was Friday morning and I was in the library before school started as usual. The library wasa stand alone structure built of stone. Right outside of the side entrance was a Japanese gardencomplete with a small pond. This is my favorite feature of the school. Soon, the fish would beback in the pond and that would mean graduation was closer than ever. I stood by this door andlooked out, wondering what might have happened to Mrs. Jacobs, the librarian, who was neverabsent or late. I heard the door at the front entrance open and close but I did not call out. There were thesounds of too many feet--three, four, maybe even five people. There were heels and shoes that hitthe floor without much more distinguishable sound quality. \"Thank you for turning your attention to this on such short notice,\" said a woman. \"Certainly. It is important that we maintain strong ties to the business world around us. Weare preparing our students to be leaders, much like yourself, so whatever we can do to strengthenthose bonds is a priority for the Bliff Academy.\" I could tell that the second voice belonged to Mrs. McInis, Bliff's dean. At the sound of hervoice, I backed away from the door and behind a tall shelving unit that was full of books. Thelibrary was mostly electronic, but I was lucky to have been standing near the reference area,which still contained books. I didn't want there to be any trouble. I didn't want her to think I hadintentionally listened in on their conversation. \"Is the librarian here today?\" the other woman asked. \"Hm, Mrs. Jacobs. I thought she was. If she isn't, our student worker will know how toaccess the files. Photographs for their library cards are done here as well as badges, so they willbe on one of these computers.\" \"That's quite alright. We don't have to start with the pictures. We will need them, but wewould much rather do the fingerprinting and retinal scans. We can start doing that right now.\" My ears perked up at the word fingerprints. I could not even imagine the reason for scanningeyes. \"Yes, that's fine. You can set up in here and I will explain it all to Mrs. Jacobs. I alreadyknow of a few students who are out, so the photos ought to help in the mean time.\" I wondered, all this for students? Were they police or FBI? \"That will be fine. We need to process all of this as quickly as possible and then alert theparents--\" \"The parents? You are involving the parents?\" \"No, not really. Once we identify the students, we will remove them from their homes forthe necessary length of time.\" Mrs. McInis had a deep tone that sounded somewhat masculine. At that moment, her pitchrose to a screech. \"I'm sorry, we don't have the ability-- Their parents must be notified in order to release theirchildren into your custody.\" There was a pause.

\"Then notify them,\" the other woman answered. The pause that followed indicated concern on Mrs. McInis' part. \"We greatly appreciate all of the resources that you are offering, but please explain theobjective here.\" This time, there was no pause. \"You had an opportunity to inquire about this. You didn't. I recommend that you forget aboutasking any question now.\" Things had turned sour so quickly that I quietly thanked God that I had not revealed myself. \"Excuse me, I think there may be a misunderstanding--\" \"There is no misunderstanding. I have already spoken to the Board. If you have questions,address them. In the interim, we would like to begin, so if you would, please, begin directingyour students to come see us. My three associates and I will complete the printing and scanningtoday.\" There was no objection from Mrs. McInis and before I knew it, lines of students wereshowing up and filling the library.»Do you like this beginning? Share this with your friends and be sure to visit fdpreads.tk Also read the beginning of this story by Lou Cox. This guy thinks he knows what he wants until an exclusive group of players introduce him to a dark, detached world. Also read the beginning of this story by T. Smith and C. Justice. A team of misfits work smoothly together to survive until they unwittingly bunker down in what might be their final resting place.»Do you like this beginning? Share this with your friends and be sure to visit fdpreads.tk