Chapter 3


I really did miss Genesis, and it hurt having to hang up the phone, especially knowing she had a rough day. I'd honestly rather have stayed on the phone with her all night rather than go to the counselor's office. I wasn't sure how long the meeting was going to last, but I was nervous, and my knees were nearly shaking as I walked through the School 2-1 dorm hallways. Guys twice the size of me were walking around and some gave me dirty looks as I walked by them. I only smiled back.

On the first floor there were a series of offices labeled with the most random things. Many were labeled with titles of administrators, but others had bazaar and specific names such as "Fire spewing gloves." I couldn't help but to grin at some of the names. I knew Genesis would have a laugh at some of them. Everything reminded me of her.

I finally found the office labeled "Counselor Center" and I reluctantly entered.

"Ah! Mr. Aiden Shodts!" A lady at a desk nearly yelled in enthusiasm. I offered her a warm smile.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a nod.

"Just walk straight into that door down there. They are expecting you." She smiled and I thanked her.

The counselor's office looked like a typical office. Blue holograms floated everywhere, most requiring a password to open or view. A few floating chairs were in the corner of the room, with some tablets placed on a table next to them. A white door separated the meeting room from the counseling waiting room. I reluctantly pushed the sliding white door to the side, allowing me entrance into the meeting room. 3 older-looking individuals sat on floating white chairs around a hover table. Each glanced up from their tablets as I entered the room. The only woman of the three, a brown haired lady with glasses and extensive wrinkles, greeted me and asked me to have a seat. I sat down across the table at a floating chair.

"Aiden Shodts, yes?" Said the man in the center of the three. He was muscular, with black hair, and piercing black eyes.

"Yes sir," I answered, trying to be as calm as possible. This sort of situation made me nervous.

"We've heard a lot about you, Mr. Shodts." I must've turned red. The man on the right had spoken this. He had grey hair, and an angry look. He chewed a cigar.

"Good things, I hope." I said smiling. As I smiled, I felt the mood of the room lighten. I let out some air. I loved my powers.

"Yes, very good things. So good, that we want to make you an Elite." My eyes widened. I wasn't sure how to respond. It was certainly an honor, but I knew it wasn't for me.

"I sense your confusion, Mr. Shodts. Please explain." The woman on the right said. I wondered if the counselors all could sense emotions. The government did give people occupations based upon their powers.

"Well, it is an honor, and I thank you for your consideration, but I have just arrived to school 1, and I don't always feel like I'm in complete control of my powers. I don't feel adequate to be on the elite. I'd really need more time to think about it. But I really think I won't be ready to be on the elite for at least two more years." I stuttered the words out and spoke way too fast. As I grew nervous, the counselors shifted uneasily. My feelings always rubbed off on others around me, a side effect of my powers.

The counselors exchanged looks. They all seemed shocked and confused. I doubted anyone had ever declined the offer before. I didn't even know if that was possible. I looked at each one of the. Come on. Give me some sympathy here. Immediately as I wished this, the counselors' faces lightened and they seemed to understand me. Except for the gruff, cigar-chewing man. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"And this is why, Mr. Shodts, we need you." The other two counselors turned to look at the old man. They seemed confused. "You nearly convinced those two to let you off the hook, but I know better than that." I couldn't help but to turn red. My face turned into an apology.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this." My voice was firm, and it surprised me. The counselors really looked like they were in shock. It seemed like they didn't exactly have a plan of what to do if someone refused being on the elite. Once again they exchanged looks. The man in the center shifted uncomfortably. He glared at me with his black eyes and fear shot through me. I shuddered, and the man smirked. After a chuckle the man made a resolving sigh and began to speak.

"You're right. You aren't Elite material. Yet. We'll give you a year of School 1. After that, it's Elite, or Elimination. Got it?" I gulped. My brows furrowed and I bit my lip. I smiled nervously. I knew it was all they would do for me. I nodded.

"Yes sir. I understand. Thank you so much." The man in the center's expression held pure malice with a hint of satisfaction. I exited the counselor's office in a daze. I wished the secretary a good day, and I walked back to my dorm like a ghost. I wanted to collapse in bed. I did just that

The only thing that went through my mind was Genesis. I thought about a conversation we had two years ago.

Genesis and I were sitting in the park, the grass soft beneath our fingers. The breeze made my hair fly back, yet Gen's stayed perfect. Her brown eyes were young and warm, and had a warm and welcoming glow. Her smile was perfect, and seemed to reflect the sun. However, suddenly, her expression turned serious, and I frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, moving a strand of hair behind her ear. She turned to look at me and concern filled her eyes.

"You know your powers, and you're good with them. What if you're moved to school 1, and they ask you to be on the Elite? I'll never see you again, ever." Her voice was barely above a whisper. It was a good thing too. Somebody could've easily been listening in to our conversation.

"Don't worry about it now, Gen. It won't happen anytime soon. I promise." I smiled at her and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"I hate this place Aid, I hate it." She whispered. The park was probably the safest place to talk, but we had to be careful. One unlawful word could result in elimination.

"Me too, Gen." I rubbed her arm as she calmed down.

"If you ever go into the Elite, I'll kill myself." She was fighting tears.

"Genesis Nicole Cory, if you ever say that again-" I couldn't continue the threat, but she got my point. The thought of Genesis ever doing such a thing broke me.

"I'm serious, Aiden James Rogers. I will." I believed her, which was the scary part.

Lying in bed I decided I could not face Genesis. I could not tell her that I was going to be forced into the Elite. I loved her too much. I couldn't have her do anything stupid. Then again, never had I ever hid anything from her. It would be tough. And I had a year.