Harold Jenkins Umbrella Academy Novels & Stories

"This isn't only about learning to control your fire, Sera. It's about surviving long enough to matter. There are records, somewhere in this academy, that still remember her true name. If we could find them, you'd understand your own power far better than I can teach you in a practice yard." "Where would we even look." Oren glanced toward the old stone tower rising at the far edge of the academy grounds, dark windows, ivy climbing the walls in places that hadn't been trimmed in years. "The restricted library," he said quietly. "Which is exactly as dangerous to enter as it sounds, and exactly where we're going to have to go if you want the truth instead of a lesson."

Grabbing one mace, one blaster, one shotgun, and a few explosives, I leave my classroom and head for the courtyard. When I finally get there, I see Headmaster Noah, Headmistress Amaya, and the rest of the professors, all armed and ready. "Glad you are all here," Headmaster Noah says, spinning his axe and sword. "I hope you're all ready." "We're ready," I say, bringing up my shotgun. The moment I say those words, a massive shadow blankets us and the academy. We all look up to see the sky covered in thousands and thousands of black dots.

I stepped outside the vehicle and gulped as I scanned the entrance of the building. The tall broad white cement columns combined with the gold decor gave the place an expensive luxurious appearance. However, I knew exactly what lied below its neat mask. “Welcome to Umbra Academy, Kate Harris. Your grandfather entrusted us to wip you into a powerful leader like himself. I can assure you that your experience with us will be like never before.” Stacy, the administrator of the academy spoke with a high confident tone. With a meek appearance, I followed her around, clutching my backpack as I couldn’t help but feel uneasy in the academy’s premises.

Jenkins started “I am so pleased to see you all here, in good health and sound mind. Actually, I’m very happy for you all seated here, being opportune to be one of the contestant of this great music contest. But mind you, this is not the end of the journey. I believe some on you are just meeting me for the first time. I am Mr. Jenkins by name, the CEO of this great company and the Hybrid University likewise.

It looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook, which made sense, but. "Harry Campbell! Are you passing notes in class?" Harry looked up guiltily. Mrs Jenkins had seen him examining the note. He was only a year away from graduating - the other teachers had started to treat the senior class like adults, but Mrs Jenkins used the same teaching methods for every student in every class she taught, no matter their age.