{ AKUMA'S REVENGE PART TWO} Emily walked in and stopped. I knew they would have to talk right in front of me, so I said nothing but simply sat down and looked at their faces. "Can we do this some other time?" Mr. Dickson looked at Emily. "No, I am just going to stand up and let you both talk." I get up slowly, walking towards the door. I knew I might have been right about Emily all along. She might be walking with Mr. Dickson and George as well. I carefully placed the phone inside my pocket, and as I reached the door, I heard Mr. Dickson's voice say, "Ain't you forgetting something?" His voice made me stop half way. I looked back at him, and he looked at the table in front of him. " Right." I said, gently walking back to the table to grab my books. "We have a deal already, don't we?" I smiled. "Yes, we do." Walking out of his office, my mind raced fast as I quickly went to a secluded place to look at the phone. I glanced through Mr. Dickson's phone, and I was seeing a lot of conta

{ REVENGE FOR RICHARD }Walking out of the mansion. I knew Rosetta was jealous but I was not bothered. I also knew she and Thomas were not seeing themselves again but I care less. My mind was focused on Judith and why she had helped me with Mr Dickson. I knew without her help I would have been caught.The air was thick with anticipation as I made my way to the lounge to meet Judith. Her unexpected assistance had stirred something within me. A mixture of gratitude, suspicion, and curiosity. I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew more than she let on. At least that was what I wanted to believe. As I entered the dimly lit lounge, I spotted Judith at a corner table. She looked up and smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. I took a deep breath and approached, trying to mask my nervousness."Right on time," she said, her voice smooth and inviting. "I was beginning to think you'd stand me up," she said with a smile looking a her golden wristwatch. "Not a chance," I replie

{ FIGHT WITH DAVINA AND ROSETTA } We all agreed to use Diana as the bait and hope Mr Dickson buys it. We know Akuma wasn't going to fall for the trap but Mr Dickson might. killing Diana right in front of him would change everything. A part of me fear scared. I have never taken a life before. Shadow Blade had always been the one to deliver the final blow and I was conscious enough to clean the mess. I walked into the university the following day and I noticed all eyes were on me. " What is happening?" I looked at everyone staring at me. Walking down to the bulletin board, I was amazed.I saw a paster of a gaming system between me and George. " What is Akuma up too? Is he trying to create an awareness of the gaming world? How do we fight it out?" I kept asking myself as I stared at the board. " I guess you wont be the champ for long." I heard one of the students waked past me."What? Do they really hate me or this was just one of Mr Dickson's men." I looked back to catch the face of t

{ PROM NIGHT }I walked back into my car and drove back home to go through the file Thomas had given to me. I was tired and I needed some rest. So far, Mr Dickson. and Akuma has been. winning and I need a game changer. My mind went back to Diana and I know Mr Dickson would give anything to have her but Akuma will not. I sat down thinking of a Plan B. There should always be a Plan B in case Plan A doesn't work. I drifted into a long sleep and the alarm woke me up. Looking at the time on the wall, I got up and hit the shower. It was the first prom night ever inside the campus and I know many of the student were coming to show off their wealth and affluence. I would have sat out but then, I didn't want to disappoint Judith. I don't know why she wanted me to be her date but I needed to take my mind off things anyways. I looked at the wardrobe to pick a fancy dress for myself and my eye spotted a sleek black suit hanging at the end. It was classic, with just enough modern flair to make a

{ The Gaming System Contest: The Final Round }The room buzzed with anticipation as George and I prepared for the final round. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel every pair of eyes in the room fixed on us. The large screen above the stage displayed our avatars in dramatic action, their lifelike movements underscored by the thumping bass of the background music. This was it—the round that would determine everything. I looked at George who was confident that he was going to win the fight. A part of me had which the gaming contest was more of a physical fight than using our avatars as a game. Perhaps, Mr Dickson knew I was going to defeat George. It as a smart move on his part "Are you ready for the showdown?" Mr. Dickson's voice boomed through the speakers, his tone laced with excitement. The crowd erupted into cheers and chants, urging us both on. I wondered why he was so happy when he should show sign of anticipation, fear and agitation. The fear of uncertainty gri