I studied in this special school, along with several other students. Things were really strange here, as it seems that while it was an expensive private school (and my family seemed to be really wealthy), the other students acted strangely towards me. Some of them feared me, others clearly hated me, and all in all, I had no real friends. Though no one ever harmed or verbally abused me, I could feel that I wasn't liked. Still, I never knew why! I had clearly been here for a while, and it seemed like there was this huge secret everyone - the students, teachers, school staff, parents - knew, except me, and that everyone worked hard so I wouldn't find it out. The school also seemed to be in this somewhat far place, away from big cities and such, being in the countryside. Still, I didn't stay there all the time.

At some point, I remember walking with my parents along a city. I have superhuman abilities, so I keep doing parkour on buildings, climbing them with a single jump then down by hanging on ledges and such. It was kinda fun, and my mother wasn't at all worried. Later, I remember being on the sea, with some kind of Jet Ski. I fall off of it, then I remember swimming a little, until I am suddenly at the school again. Turns out it was some kind of island with no beach. In fact, it just looked like someone took a piece of the countryside and threw it floating on the sea. Anyway, I'm walking around on the grass along the entrance, when some of the students arrive. There's some kind of commotion, though I don't understand it really well at first.

A black guy, around 16-18 shows up yelling something at me. Apparently he was furious, saying that something was my fault. Someone (he?) then explains to me the whole secret of this school: it turns out that all the people that lived/studied here only did it because of me. I didn't understand! Apparently, as they lived in this place, something happened to them (or possibly, someone did something to them), or, more specifically, to their bodies. It wasn't explained what was the exact effect, but as it progressed, they would feel it happening. The process would end when they would feel pain on their left elbow, which then would burst, causing instant death, and that gruesome death would somehow benefit me, even if I didn't know or do anything about it. The black guy was yelling over and over, when the final effects took place, killing him in front of me. I saw the veins bursting, along with skin and muscle, and he fell on his back, bleeding. For some reason, I fainted, too. My view shifted to the outside, as the "camera" viewed both of us laying on the grass from up, as it moved back. Strangely, I noticed, I looked black.

Later, I woke up and continued to attend the classes. Now, the purpose of the school was clear to me now, as was the way the other students acted towards me. What wasn't clear was 1- Why did they need to die, and what did that process do to me? I theorized about using their organs and blood, but it didn't seem to be it. (When I woke up, IRL, I realized that my appearance changes might be due to it, but maybe not too). 2- Who was the one organizing all that stuff? I mean, it was a pretty big plan, even creating a school just for it. It just seemed too much, didn't it? I had to find out, and figured the best way to do it was to just play along. Since everyone now knew I knew, they just stopped pretending, and I was allowed in the special sacrifice classes (they actually never used the word "sacrifice", though apparently there was a special word for it).

I was sitting among other students in this class. For a moment, the camera was in 3rd person view and I briefly looked like Peter Griffin from the Family Guy cartoon series. There was this teacher in an old-fashioned suit. He was talking about the sacrifices and such, and asked if anyone had any questions. This fat kid on his 14 or 15s stands up and asks awkwardly about the feelings and changes he was supposed to be going under. It seems he wasn't feeling any of them, and he was worried something might be wrong with him. I realized, then, that to some it was considered "normal" to be a sacrifice - I mean, they were taught that it was part of their lives. Anyway, the teacher smiled knowingly (which made me hate him even more) and asked the boy to come over, as he started an explanation.

I notice, at this point, that a TV to their left was showing some sort of informative video. I remember briefly the number 1 on the screen, on a blue modern 3d font, but my attention from both the teacher and the screen were distracted by this Asian guy sitting beside me. (I've seen this guy IRL, at the gym) He asked me about what was going on, but for some reason he talked as if he had some kind of mental problem, and he also did it way too loud. I tried to make him speak quieter, but he wouldn't get it. People were getting bothered, too. Even when he did lower his voice a little, it was still too loud. I was annoyed.