The Wyoming School for the Gifted
When the first genetically advanced humans had shown up the world had panicked. Mistrust and fear governed every mind. However as they continued to grow and more were revealed every day the world soon realized that there would be no stopping it. Several plans were put into effect, but none of them lasted very long and the backlash of several of them caused part of Huston to be blow away. But now they hoped to be past that. They hoped that this solution would last and help sooth rattled nerves. All youth that were seen to possess a 'gift' were invited to attend the Wyoming School for the Gifted. Placed in the middle of nowhere the founders hoped that there would be little chance for a repeat of Huston. Although it was only an invitation, everyone knew there wasn't much choice. They could either go there and hopefully gain better control of their gifts, or they could stay home and be mocked or mistrusted by everyone around them and try not to destroy anything. Although many of the teachers had no gift, they were all ready to do their best to give these kids another chance at a half normal life while the rest of the world caught up.
The school truly was in the middle of nowhere. Mountains to the north, and endless plains to the south with a whole lot of nothing to the east and west for about a hundred miles. It had once been owned by ranchers and so there was no worry that the neighbors might complain. When they'd bought the place a sturdy cement and brick mansion was put up. Metal linings in the walls and fireproof insulation were only a few of the many precautions they'd taken when building the place. For many of the children and teens control was something they'd come here to learn and so every consideration had been taken to insure that repairs wouldn't need to be made very often. From what they'd seen so far it was money well spent.
It was twelve o clock on a Monday, and most of the students were enjoying their lunch break for the day before the next run of classes got going. Since there were people of all ages attending the school the administrators had decided that for those who would still be in high school or middle school regular classes would be taken before lunch. For those that had already graduated they had time to study and earn college credit through online courses. Then after lunch gifted classes would begin, giving them a chance to practice and explore to see what they could really do and to (hopefully) gain better control of their gifts.
Ezra was enjoy his lunch period walking around the grounds of the school alone. He'd soon be back in a room surrounded by speaking and thoughts and wanted to savor the few minutes of quiet he got a day. With the majority of the other students eating inside he could put enough distance between them and himself that he couldn't pick up much with his telepathy. Stopping along side the fishpond to the west of the school he took in a deep breathe, enjoying the warmth of the day. He knew that in a few more short months it would be miserably cold again so he took advantage of days like this. The young man brushed his bangs out of his eyes while thinking to himself that he would need a haircut soon. He'd been avoiding it for a while since it would remove the last bit of black he still had at the tips of his hair. When his gift had shown up his hair had started growing out a navy blue color. It was silly since it was just hair, but he was sad to see it go. It was like the last of his old life before this insanity had taken over would be gone.
Pupil-less blue eyes considered the water as he looked over the slowly ripples. He thought about his time here at the school so far. It was vastly different from his life before then. Through high school he'd always been at the center of things. He loved socializing and being with other people. He made friends easily and had few fights since he knew how to keep a cool head. However that had changed when he got his gift. He'd learned quickly to keep his mouth shut about it. People didn't exactly like the idea of having no privacy from him. When he'd come here he'd become more introverted and a bit of a loner. It was easier than seeing people avoid talking to him or suffering from the headaches of being around too large of a group. The young man played with the frayed edge of the green scarf wrapped around his neck and waited for the bell to announce the next class.