Wearily trudged out of the deep woods, they passed through the first check point, as the red boils throbbed on their skin; begging for an itch. Amira whined, scratching her forearms "Ouch, ahh" Malcom said "Amira don't itch! You are just going to make it worse!" pulling her hands away. "But I can't, it feels so good! Ah" Karisa complained to herself "Man, why didn't I bring a yellowmoss mosquito spray instead of the rock-roaches one?" On the other hand, Draven and Liam ahead of them, were unaffected thanks to their abilities, like an electric zapper, they incinerated every stray mosquito into a crisp. Draven impatiently tapped his feet, asked "What's taking them so long?" Liam said "I don't know... Oh look, there they are!" pointing at them from far, leaning against the concrete boundary. Liam ran towards them "What took you guys so long?" Karisa yelled "Oh. Just shut up!" "Yeah. Leave us alone!" Gary supporting her, vo

In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled. Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps. Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?" He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette. "Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting. Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!" "Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours. Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her. Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his

The last bell finally rang, Draven exited the classroom with the others, mixing with the swarm of students rushing home. Draven avoided the bumping or hitting against someone. It wasn't easy for a blind man to walk within a crowd intersecting from both sides, but somehow, he managed. Suddenly something soft pressed against his chest, he froze, detecting a feminine aura in front of him. "Sor... sorry!" "It's okay... Draven" she croaked, separated herself from him. Recognizing her voice, he blurted "Dominique" She giggled, finding his reaction cute. "Ugh... I am really sorry!" Draven said, looking around to check whether her brother was nearby, he didn't want his friend to think that he had some perverted designs on his sister. Misunderstanding his intentions, she gently cupped his hand, said "It's okay, he isn't here..." Calming himself, Draven said "Where is he?" trying to placate the awkwardness between them. Dominique