A Day at School in Newhome
Here is another scene that has been added to Forager, which is still available for free from Amazon.
Ethan Jones is reminiscing about his days in primary school...
Pondering the Custodians attempts to catch me out reminded me of the first time I saw them apprehend a mutant like myself. It was my second day in first grade. I was in Class A with 29 boys – Class B had 30. I heard the Custodians standing outside the classroom, arguing amongst themselves. One asked why they couldn’t just drag every kid in the school down to the hospital to have an MRI scan and physical examination to check for mutations. Another replied that there would be widespread protests from the parents if they dragged 700 plus boys down to the hospital without parental consent.
A moment later, they entered the classroom and told our teacher not to mind them because they were just running a routine test. I noticed they were carrying some kind of audio device, but all the same, I was taken completely by surprise when they switched it on and a painfully loud ultrasonic noise stabbed through my head. All I wanted to do was press my fingers into my ears and scream in pain, but I recalled the Chinese gentleman’s instructions to hide my ability, so I bit the inside of my cheek until I bled to distract me from the pain.
Little Scotty White wasn’t so quick, though. As soon as the ultrasonic sound blasted out, he screamed and doubled over, pressing his hands over his ears. The rest of the kids looked at him in surprise, for they hadn’t heard the sound, of course. After that, the Custodians switched off the device, grabbed Scotty, and marched him out of the room.
We never saw him again.
Ethan Jones is reminiscing about his days in primary school...
Pondering the Custodians attempts to catch me out reminded me of the first time I saw them apprehend a mutant like myself. It was my second day in first grade. I was in Class A with 29 boys – Class B had 30. I heard the Custodians standing outside the classroom, arguing amongst themselves. One asked why they couldn’t just drag every kid in the school down to the hospital to have an MRI scan and physical examination to check for mutations. Another replied that there would be widespread protests from the parents if they dragged 700 plus boys down to the hospital without parental consent.
A moment later, they entered the classroom and told our teacher not to mind them because they were just running a routine test. I noticed they were carrying some kind of audio device, but all the same, I was taken completely by surprise when they switched it on and a painfully loud ultrasonic noise stabbed through my head. All I wanted to do was press my fingers into my ears and scream in pain, but I recalled the Chinese gentleman’s instructions to hide my ability, so I bit the inside of my cheek until I bled to distract me from the pain.
Little Scotty White wasn’t so quick, though. As soon as the ultrasonic sound blasted out, he screamed and doubled over, pressing his hands over his ears. The rest of the kids looked at him in surprise, for they hadn’t heard the sound, of course. After that, the Custodians switched off the device, grabbed Scotty, and marched him out of the room.
We never saw him again.
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