The beds on my side are empty and neatly organized. I take a glance at the clock above the door and, as I realize I am way later than usual, I rush to do my morning routine, eat my breakfast, and proceed to the administration building.Rumors of me being punched by Thania spread around the whole school like wildfire. As I make my way to the elevator, the hushed whispers and glances of staff and students welcome me. Even so, I try to maintain an air of nonchalance and continue to step all the way. Shortly, I stepped in on the second floor. I proceed to Thania's office and knock thrice to make my presence known. I turn the knob and slowly push the door open. There I found Thania sitting in her chair, with sheets of papers cluttered in her table. While fully engrossed in her tasks, she manages to glance at me and at the chair in front of her, acknowledging my presence. I step forward and sit in one of the chairs across from the table."I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I let my feelings ge
"Shut up," I dismiss him by pushing him to the side so I can get inside the room."Oh my God! I'm not ready for it, lady," he banters as he crosses his arms in his shoulders, as if protecting himself from me. I roam around the room."Where's Jax?" Once again, I dismiss him."His name is Lorde," he insists."Whatever. Where is he?" I ask again."They are all watching over Damon," he explains. I sigh in irritation. I feel Ethan staring at me, so I raise my eyebrow at him."What?"He shyly smiles, "I'm just thankful and feel sorry.""For what?""I heard you were punched for failing to protect us," Ethan explains."It's weird, though. Rumors say that we were attacked by those men, and you saved us. But the truth is you were there to help us escape," Ethan adds. I give him a sharp look."You better shut your mouth," I warn."It's true. The rumors say Thania punched you because Damon was stabbed and you failed to protect him," Ethan added. His words made me stop. Does Thania believe I was t
"This world is surely different," Kate interjects."For all we know, one of you might have cut Grace's head off," she adds.The atmosphere grows tense as the lady utters those words, casting a dark aura around us. I sense the frustration boiling within Blair and Alhyssa, but Thania remains stoic, her gaze fixed coldly on the students."I don't appreciate your sharp tongue," Blair says."What awaits us when we leave the gate of this school?" Quinn interrupts before the girls can argue."If you are lucky, you will be able to return to your world. But our wish is for silence in whatever you have encountered here," Alhyssa replies."What is the other possibility that awaits us?" This time, Beauty asks out of nowhere."Death." No one speaks. It seems like everyone is scared by what Alhyssa said. Even from a distance, I can see the heaviness of their breaths."No, we're not leaving until Damon's condition improves. He is still in bad shape, so we can't go," Beauty av interrupts."Do we stil
There is a distinct disparity in their behaviors, mannerisms, and even their aura. Jax has always been known for his carefree and caring nature, while Lorde carries himself with an air of seriousness and discipline. The way he speaks, and the way he interacts with others, it is as if we are dealing with a completely different person. We cannot ignore this stark contrast that makes us question whether he truly is Jax or someone else entirely."Someone else? Don't be foolish, Alhyssa!" Her mother snaps her back.Alhyssa's heart sinks as she realizes her mother will not believe her.Slowly, I gather my thoughts and muster the courage to speak up against the president. "President, please listen to me. It was not Alhyssa's fault. And…Jax had never betrayed us. There must be something more to all of this."President Maria's eyes narrow, filled with suspicion and anger. "You expect me to believe your delusions? Enough of your lies, Venice!"A mixture of frustration and sadness washed over me
Quinn's StandpointOur footsteps feel heavy as we make our way through a complex passage. As we navigate through the dimly lit hallways, the faces of men in black come into view, displaying an array of emotions—from regret to rage, sadness to resignation—occupying every cell we pass. The oppressive space is a contrast to the vastness of the world outside, where freedom dances beyond reach. The persistent noise leaking from within each cell forms an invisible barrier, reminding us of the loneliness that awaits us.As we reach the end of the corridor, we are forcefully shoved by the aylwards, outwardly indifferent to our dilemma. We are thrown off balance by the push. Lorde, emotionless, looks at the man who pushes Beauty as if he is ripping his soul out. The aylward takes a step back, releasing eye contact. Anger boils within us, fueled by the situation we are currently in."What now? Are you just going to let them lock us up here? Well, not me. I'll escape from here even if it means r
Living in the cell feels like an eternity, and every moment drags on with agonizing slowness. The lack of motivation and the monotony of the surroundings intensify the feeling of time stretching out endlessly. With no windows to mark the passing days and only the dim flickering light bulb above us as a source of light, it is easy to lose track of time and become consumed by the sense of ever-present confinement.Even though we have no concept of time, we can tell it is already noon based on the meals served to us. It is our third day in the cell, and for three consecutive days, we have been waiting for the Valencias' promise to find a way for us to return to the world of mortals. Our hopes hinge on their ability to fulfill their word, but with each passing moment, doubt begins to gnaw at us. We wonder if their assurances are merely empty promises and if we are destined to remain trapped in this isolated world indefinitely. But that is the only thing that we are holding onto right now.
We become even more determined to find the truth because we know that only by finding the person responsible for everything would Lorde's name be cleared. And so, we embark on a conversation filled with twists and turns, unraveling the intricate web of deceit and betrayal that had entangled Lorde's fate."You often find me gone because I'm looking for Matt," Lorde begins. This might be the very first explanation he has ever given in her entire life. Even though he feels wronged, he just lets it be. But now, he is finally explaining himself. And I believe it is because that is how important Beauty is to her.Beauty is confused by his explanation, "You're talking nonsense."Lorde pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before continuing."I understand that it might sound crazy or confusing to you, but let me try to make it clearer," he says with a sound of plea in his voice. "Matt is alive. He's somewhere and I can't simply ignore that fact."I am struck speechless by what Lo
Nevertheless, she remains unfazed. The enemies carry long weapons, while I can only see pins flying from her hands, striking her enemies. With incredible agility and precision, she expertly dodges every strike, moving in sync with her opponents' movements. Despite her diminutive weapon, each well-placed strike of her pins proves to be devastating. The pins pierce through, finding the weak points of her opponents one by one.With the strong thrust of her pin, she knocks down the final opponent. She walks toward our cell slowly, and shortly after, she stands in front of us. Before us stands the strongest Valencia – Thania. Her presence commands respect and awe. Her eyes are filled with coldness and no hint of weariness from the intense battle. It is evident that she has fought countless battles before, honing her skills to perfection. As she stands before us, her dark energy seems to radiate, leaving us speechless.She looks at us suspiciously. Her sharp eyes seem to read every movement