Just then, I hear the sound of clapping.Whipping my head back, I glare at the rapidly approaching figure of Mr. Blackwood. The new teacher strolls up to me, clapping enthusiastically, a manic glint in his eyes, "Bravo, Ande!" He smiles in an exaggerated display of approval."You've done so well to survive!" he exclaims. "So, what will you do now?"Without hesitation, I grab Everett by the arm and wrench it, dislocating it with a sickening crack. She howls in pain, her minions recoiling in terror. "Now, we're even," I say, glaring at the man. "You've wasted enough of my time."The man's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. "Impressive, Ande. I can see why the principal has taken such an interest in you."I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not interested in your games or the principal's 'rewards.' Just my freedom."Levering him with a sneer, I place my hand against my pocket, where my knife sits in my pants, "Now," I drawl, "if you'll excuse us?"
With the collar safely in Miguel's hands, I turn my attention to the captives. I head over, my mind settled on what to do with the little traitors. Everett and her minions are still huddled in the room where I left them, their voices reduced to whimpers and fearful murmurs. I stride into the room, my expression impassive. "The rest of you," I say, addressing my classmates who are present, "are going to be moving these five to a different location. They'll be locked up, but they'll be safe – for now." The bound and bruised students exchange nervous glances, their faces etched with panic, a thrilling scene it was for me. I can't believe I decided to be under these people for ages. "They'll be taken to a private room and locked up," I continue instructing the students. They quickly spring into action, ignoring the protests and pleas of the captured individuals. Everett, her shoulder still dislocated, glares at me defiantly. "You can't do this, Ande," she spits. "The prin
As I close my eyes in despair, Mr. Blackwood speaks again, drawing my attention. "Ah, one more thing, students," he says, his voice saccharine-sweet. "I wanted to reiterate that your regular classes will resume as normal. Your teachers will return shortly, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour."The students around me erupt into nervous whispers, their faces etched with apprehension. I can practically feel the tension in the air as they wonder what the return of the teachers will mean for them.Mr. Blackwood, however, seems unfazed by their unease. He flashes us all a painfully fake smile, his eyes glinting with something akin to amusement. "Now, now, don't look so worried," he says, his tone dripping with false concern. "I'm sure your teachers are just as eager to see you all as you are to see them."I can't help but let out a bitter snort at his words. The school does seem to have it out for me. Why did they have to add the fucking teachers to the equation?!As if I don't
The previous day's events weigh heavily on my mind as I make my way to my first class. Try as I might, I can't stop thinking about the strange episode I experienced - the vivid dream, the haunting voice, the agonising sound that had sent me reeling. What is happening to me? As I enter the unfamiliar classroom, I am distracted, constantly drifting back to everything. I barely register the teacher's arrival, my gaze fixed on the desk's surface as I try to make sense of history. The teacher, a middle-aged man with a perpetually anxious expression, clears his throat and begins to speak. But his voice is shaky, and I can't help but notice how his eyes dart around the room as if expecting something to jump out at him. I snort bitterly. Zane's violent outburst against a teacher has left an impact, and the poor man seems too afraid even to begin the lesson. "Um, class," the teacher stammers, his fingers shaking nervously. "Today, we'll be discussing... the relationship between th
As Chris and I finish our kitchen duties, the weight of what I've figured out today hangs heavy on my mind. I have the clues, but everything is much to process.I find myself distracted and distant as we make our way to the cafeteria for dinner, my gaze constantly drifting, my thoughts consumed by the questions swirling in my head. I need answers, and I'm determined to get them, no matter the cost.As we sit, I barely muster enough strength to pick up my spoon. Chris shoots me a concerned glance, but I offer him a reassuring smile, not wanting to worry him further. But I can't stop thinking about it; I can't stop obsessing over it.The bustling noise and activity of the other students is a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind.I pick at my food, my appetite dulled by the weight of my growing suspicions and determination to uncover the truth.An hour into our meal, Chris glances at me again, a concerned expression on his face. "Hey, you alright? You've bar
I stood in the dimly lit room and watched the exchange between Ande and Everett unfold through the CCTV screens. My jaw was clenched tight, the muscles in my neck taut with tension.Ande was relentless, his questions probing and his demands unwavering. Everett, on the other hand, looked weak (something I never once considered the precocious girl), her injured arm cradled protectively against her chest.As I watched the exchange between Ande and Everett unfold on the monitor, a simmering rage began to boil within me. How dare that insolent boy pry into matters that are beyond his understanding!The secrets of the Other Side are not his to uncover.Just then, the new teacher - Mr Blackwood - enters the room. He fixed me with a piercing gaze, a sardonic smile on his lips."Trying to keep your little pawns in line, I see," the teacher said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Though it seems young Ande is proving to be quite the troublesome piece."I clench my jaw, my grip tightening
It's quiet when the guards are done.I watch with a mixture of frustration and detachment as the guards swiftly but carefully package the bodies of the destitute children, needless forms now mere specimens to be disposed of.I can practically smell the metallic stench of blood, the once clear floor now splattered with crimson stains.My jaw tightens as I observe the grim scene unfolding before me on the security monitors. This was not how things were supposed to go. We had carefully monitored their reactions, and yet somehow, the etc – the failures- had slipped through our fingers.I lean forward in my chair, my brow furrowing as I study the gruesome tableau. The guards move with practised efficiency, their movements clinical and detached as they zip the bodies into the black body bags. I can't help but notice the way the fabric clings to the contours of their small, fragile frames.A muscle in my jaw twitches as I recall the hours of planning, the meticulous data collection, and t
I quietly close the door, nodding to the students waiting outside before making my way down the dimly lit hallway. My mind is still reeling from the conversation I just had with Everett. I can't believe she was so forthcoming with the answers I needed. But it's all so….. convenient. Everything about this situation makes me feel... suspicious. Something doesn't feel right.As I approach my room, I see Chris leaning against the door, waiting for me with a laid-back expression on his face. He straightens when he sees me, shoving his hands in his pockets casually.''So…, How did it go?" he asks, his tone passive.Walking past him, I grimace, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "It was... something," I murmur, collapsing onto my bed. Chris follows me in, sitting in the chair by my desk."Are you sure going to see her again is a good idea?" he asks, his voice laced with uncertainty. I don't even know how he knew where I was going.I shrug, pinning him with a hard stare. "It doesn'