2025-02-18 00:55:50Oliver picked himself off the floor and wiped the dust off his body. He straightened his shirt before heading to his class room. After walking down the hallway for a few minutes he finally arrived in front of the classroom and he walked in slowly.
Stepping into the class, Oliver found the students already seated and a teacher standing in front of the class. All eyes shifted towards Oliver the moment he walked in, and everyone all had a look of disgust after realizing who it was.
"Look would finally decided to join us." The female teacher muttered as she glared at Oliver in hate and disdain.
"I'm sorry..I had to run all the way here and then got into an accident." Oliver explained in a timid tone, and his head facing the concrete floor in shame.
"Of course, you lack money to use the public transportation. A trash like you can't even afford $5 to board a cab or an Uber? You are a disgrace, Oliver Beckett." The teacher known as Mrs Jane spat without holding back, and all Oliver could do was bury his head down with his blood boiling.
Since Oliver failed to awaken a talent on his sixteenth birthday, everyone turned their backs on him and also began to treat him like trash. His parents and family members who once loved him began to push him away the moment they realized he has no talent, and in no time he became a stranger to them and was forced to live all on his own.
Even the students and teachers only sees him as a trash that isn't worth to be living, and no one skips an opportunity to make him feel less of a human and remind him constantly about how unless he was in this world.
"Why is he even here anyway? We are having a test that requires us to display our talents, but this trash has nothing so I do not see any reason for his presence here!" A female student who sat in the first row of the class retorted, and her voice dripping with disgust as she glared at Oliver.
The girl's name was Davina Lee. The class's most beautiful and powerful female student. Her talent was almost on par with the teachers in the academy, and everyone treated her with respect.
"Davina is right! This trash would only be a waste of space here! He should go clean the toilets or sweep the school's premises instead of being here!" A girl who sat beside Davina chimed in, backing up the words of Davina.
The girl was known as Lydia Sparrow, the lackey of Davina and one of Oliver's top bullies.
"I understand how you all feel...believe me when I say I do. If it was up to me I would have sent out this trash to go wash the toilets and take out the trash, but the law states that all students should participate in this test." Mrs Jane remarked in a respectful tone.
"Is this guy supposed to be considered a student here? He's more of a nonliving thing! Anyone with no talent aren't refered to as living things anymore!" Davina retorted.
"I'm afraid it's the rule, Davina. All students should participate in the test." Mrs Jane responded with a slight bow, before shifting her gaze towards Oliver and glared at him in hate. "Go sit down, worthless human being." She spat.
Oliver nodded before walking to the extreme end of the class and sat down. His sit as isolated from the rest of the student's sit, and sometimes he could hardly hear the teachings of the teacher due to the distance.
Oliver sat on his seat, his blood boiling in both anger and sadness, and tears also gathered up in his eyes. But Oliver tried his best to not let it flow, afraid that if the students found out he was crying it would only add to his humiliation.
"Let's begin the test please!" Mrs Jane declared. "Once you hear your name please step forward and give us a glimpse of what your talent is all about!" She added,and the students gave a round of applause.
The teacher began by calling the names of the students one by one, and as their names were called, they stepped forward and displayed their abilities. The students displayed several abilities once they heard their names.
The ones with telekinesis ability were able to repeal chair and lift it into the air with their minds. The ones with elemental abilities like Fire, air, water, Earth, were able to create a glimpse of the ability. The fire users created a small flame at the top of their finger. The air users made the whole class filled with winds and caused the books on the desk to fly around.
The water users controlled the water inside several students water bottles and was able to bring it out the bottle and formed a weapon. While the earth users stomped their foot on the floor and a round earth rose.
The test carried on with students displaying several unique abilities, until it finally got to Oliver's turn.
"Oliver Beckett, please step forward!" Mrs Jane ordered. Oliver stood up from his chair and walked to the front of the class sluggishly. The students he walked past kept laughing at him as he made his way to the front.
Oliver stood in front the whole class, and his gaze glued to the floor, afraid of making eye contact.
"Oliver, please show us your ability." Mrs Jackson e instructed. Oliver nodded sluggishly as he slowly joined his palms together and shut his eyes.
He knew nothing would work, but he was really hoping for a miracle that would save him from all these humiliation. If he could manage to produce something peculiar, it means he won't get humiliated for not having any ability.
"You know what, that's enough, trash!" Mrs Jane shouted in anger after watching Oliver just stand there doing nothing for several minutes.
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