The laughter of passers-by heard from a distance. Whatever we got going, we stopped and stared at each other until the people from beyond the parking lot disappeared from our sight. The parking lot was normally unpopulated in a time before the people from work had gone home. For a few more minutes, this lot would be full of cars, and thus our conflict would end. Lance had deep breaths, tried to relieve the pain he had on his wounded shoulder. I saw the flesh was slowly burning away, emanated from where the dagger had been buried.
I saw the source of the laughter and they were young adults like me but with different uniforms. They were from another school. They seemed amused by themselves, their voices echoed to the walls of the three-story buildings that heaved the block.
For a few seconds, the passers-by vanished and without hesitation, I sprinted towards him. Swung my dagger to slice his throat and he evaded it an inch away from my blade but he stumbled as I tripped
Monday.I felt weird heading towards the new school. The secret school as the Keepers said had me a faint idea of what it looked like. A secret school for a secret society. It was about 100 kilometers away from the city and headed towards mountainous parts of the region. The area was seemingly cold as the car ran along well maintained cemented road, slicing through the visible faint fog that floats along the road. Beyond the long and wide road, were heaved with mostly pine trees and other kinds of trees that were heavy with leaves.It was a four-hour-long ride and my mother decided to stay back at our house. She was offered to come with me but she refused. She was comfortable in her state and she seemed happy with her work at the hospital even with the hectic schedule she always had.“Your father is waiting for you at school to introduce you to some of your teachers,” Collins mused while he drove smoothly with the Range Rover. I could not understand
“Hey! Layla. Happy to see you. How have you been?” My emotions rosed to positivity.“Yeah. 3rd year now here in Fortis. How about you, I heard you transfer, so here you are. Found you.” She sniggered with a friendly expression on her face.“Yeah, it’s been tough for me though in the city. Maybe a place like this would give me peace of mind,” I confessed. The thought of Maria and the memories we shared in the places at school gave me nostalgia. It was also for the best for my mum, whenever the witches threatened me, it would also impose a threat to my mother.“Do not stress yourself too much, Luke. It does not look good on you. I do not want to see that handsome face of yours, frowning,” she chuckled while smacking my shoulder.“Do I look stressed?”“Yeah. It’s written all over your face. Or, are you just anxious in this new school?”“Maybe. I
I found myself fell to the ground again as I accidentally collided with Alex, a bigger and stronger guy. I struggled to stand up but when I do, I had no slight derision in my expression. I smiled at him and there would be no further commotion. Was it my fault, or his? I always asked myself before but for a few more incidences like this, and to the same person, I concluded this was not a rare happenstance. A Perfect definition of bullying and I am the perfect target. I could not retaliate, I hate attention from other students and I hate further embarrassment. There’s nothing I could do. Just hoped for the humiliation to end immediately and the end of the semester as I could change my walking routes towards classes. But for the time being, there was only one way towards my classroom, the cobbled walk path passing the campus park. A place students would loiter during their free time. Hence, the name Freedom park. Maybe it was my fault, I walked al
She was a sight for sore eyes. The pleasant scene became pain, much than a sore, to see her happy with the other guy, Lance Davis. I was standing a few meters from her but she did not even recognize me. That fear of approaching her conquered my thoughts and maybe my whole being. Fear crept in me like I am a very fragile person. I was a nobody, a ghost, a loser. Nothing was going on about me that would interest the general public of this school. My intelligence and good grades almost did not matter to this type of society. It even made me distant from others, made me look more like a nerd. Who would like to hang out with nerds – not the cool kids for sure. The saying was true – birds with the same feathers flock together. I just stood there leaning against the wall along the corridor and watched them walking together close. The breeze blew dramatically that it gave shivers to my skin somewhat mocking me. I am not sure for the reason, it could b
“Watch where you’re going, Loser!” A year older student shouted at me as I stumbled down the ground. My cheek kissed the school’s dusty pavement and immense humiliation rushed my thoughts as I overheard other students laughing at me. These embarrassing moments made me wish that the earth would swallow me whole on that moment and vanished, escape from facing more humiliation. I was busy watching my cellphone as I accidentally bumped into him. He was one of Lance’s basketball mates and one of the known bullies. He was Alexander Price, the son of a Lumber magnate. One of the famous students at school. He loved to bully especially guys like me who do not fight back and were a little bit scrawny, non-athletic, and of the intelligent ones. Seemed to me that we are the type of kids having an individual bubble, conspicuous to everyone, that would deflect praise and socialism. “Am I going to call an ambulance for you, kid?” He added to the mockery as I collected my scattered
------------------------- (A Year before) ------------------------- Darkness blanketed the majority of the school ground as it was weakly illuminated by street lights and the meek brightness of the moon. The breeze blew freely along with the vast property of land that the University held. Mr. Bennette glanced at his wristwatch while he walked briskly towards the parking lot. The cold gave him shivers and the gloomy environment sometimes freaked him out. He was not used to incurring overtime work, just this time as they were preparing for the finals assessment of their students. He had to go over his student’s papers with utmost scrutiny. Many of his students were failing his Physics 401 class. Students would come at him to almost beg to stretch their grades to pass his subject. A special project as some might say, just to boost their grades up. But he was known to be strict and would not do a
My father chuckled at the sight of my face. I could barely comprehend what was in front of me. A Bling-bling that surely I would not wear at school just to impress my classmates, and a dagger that encouraged violence.The first thing that came into my thoughts was that I am outrageous for my father leaving us for four long years and visit us home to give me a gift that would not even contribute better to my being. He just stared at me with happiness on his face, with so many interpretations that were oblivious from my standpoint. I did not understand what’s happening at that moment.“This is the reason that I left you and your mum. To keep you safe. I am a member of ‘The Keepers’.” The way he told that, and the expression on his face like I knew what the Keepers mean. Would I be proud that he was a part of a gang?’“I know you do not know about the Keepers,” He continued, “But we are a part of an underground
I woke up the next day with major incoherence in my thoughts. As if I was dreaming last night, too much dubious information to digest. Witches? Witch hunters? The Keepers and the Coven? I did not know what to believe. I was an ordinary kid that gets bullied at school and my life was not special beyond mundane. I rubbed my eyes, yawn and glanced outside my window. Sun rays invaded the room, illuminated through my window. I suddenly remembered the case that my dad had given me. It was held by my study table, just sat there inviting me. I hauled myself from my bed and opened the case. I confirmed with my own eyes about my dad’s gift. The case still held the Moonstone pendant and the dagger. It gave me shivers in my blood, maybe it was excitement or the horrors that these witches were capable of, I am not sure. I feigned to be normal just like any other day but I held the pendant in my hands and the moonstone glared against the sunlight. It was beautiful. It seemed to sh