Unknown to the students, the chaos they were facing was also affecting the watchers, particularly the ones in the VIP section of the building. The people had been divided into three fractions thanks to the events that had unfolded, and it was getting more challenging to get them to calm down, especially when they were of critical status. "How are the viewing centres taking this?" The principal asked. The man by his side did not look like he had anything positive to say. He did not. Tightly hugging his pad, he rushes forward to give his review. "Not so well, sir. Their reaction is just like our VIP clients. It's a good thing they're of lower status and hold less importance. We've been able to handle them well, thanks to that. With a sigh, the man watched all the drama and uproar escalate without being able to control the crowd this time. The room they were situated in was less calm than usual, as the current events have shaken things up. Everyone had questions, and as each was a

Everett wasn’t in her room. The room lay quiet, devoid of life, and I didn’t bother searching around. I didn’t even think I’d see anything new. Also, with her character, I didn’t think she’d leave anything suspicious lying about. I didn’t stop but continued checking the classes while avoiding the one where we kept the bodies and the other dorms, but Everett was nowhere to be seen. Upon seeing a few others, I asked about where she could be, emphasizing that it was vital I saw her as I had something important to say (a lie, but I needed them to break the walk of silence they put up against me). I finally received some answers but they were either places I’d searched or she wasn’t there at all. It was like she made a disappearing act.Finally, I considered she was in the shower room where she could be taking her time so I returned to my dorm, hoping I’d see her later. At least there was nowhere to run or hide. Now that we were well on our own without guidance or can’t classe

The night went on smoothly without hitches. The following day, too, especially as the wall of silence was being broken down, little by little. I guessed it was because I noticed the spy, and Zane’s mention that I had helped catch him before was a plus. The others weren’t entirely talking to me yet, but at least they didn’t shut me off or ignore me when I said something. I also tried searching for Everett, but she was either busy with the others or didn’t want to speak to me. It fully confirmed my suspicions that there was something she knew and was keeping something away from me. It was one of the things that finalized my decision the next day. I was going to pick up the reins of my life. When it was almost time for my night duty, I went to visit Valerie at the sick bay, where she and Miguel had been working on the drugs. They had been cooped there throughout the day, and when I asked Miguel about the update, he mentioned that they had all the items they needed and that the truth

I couldn't delay things any longer; I knew what I had to do, and I had to do it fast. Waiting for hours for the assigned punishment alone in my room, I ended up falling asleep and by the time I woke up, Ethan was as well asleep. I was confident I wouldn't need to bother about any verdict. The perfect timing to escape it was. Careful not to get spotted, I slowly slip away from my room, heading to find my target. Arriving at the sick bay where the medical team gathered, pulling an all night in an attempt to save the spy, I found Everett's roommate, also a part of the medical team and knew this was my chance. I spare no time and head to the girls' dorm, where all the females are already fast asleep, and quietly tiptoe to Everett's room, but- things take a quick turn. Contrary to my thoughts on approaching Everett, I'm soon faced with the challenge of female guards standing before her door. "Was she inside? Was she not?" I couldn't tell, nor could I leave without meeting her. I had

I've always been looked down on and called many names since childhood. I could recall the words of even the criminals till this very day. "Child of a Traitor," they said."Be careful. He might steal your things someday, and you won't even know it."I can still picture the scornful look of resentment they gave me, and it didn't matter to them whether it was my father or myself who was guilty. Their fingers, their fits of anger, their fears and their frustration were all targeted at my mother and me. All they knew was that I was a product of a man everyone hated, but I've always wanted to know just what was his sin to make everyone hate one man so much. My mother used to tell me, "Ande, no matter what happens, all you have to focus on is how to survive in this hell hole; don't worry about anything thing else."I used to think she said those words to me to protect me from hating this cruel life, but I began to doubt her words as it seemed to me that she might have had some ulterior mot