Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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20th September
THE COGS AND INNERWORKS OF THE MACHINE BEGAN TO THRUM SLOWLY. LITTLE CHIMES RESONATED THROUGHOUT THE DARKENED SPACE.
Small whirring pushed into a singular point. A suspended needle, glowing like ichor swayed dangerously.
The needle dropped.
Eyes fluttered open suddenly.
A left eye blinked.
A right eye twitched.
The room was silent.
Only the static tick - tock of the clock, not even the birdsong of the open window.
For a moment, she didn't move.
She didn't know if she could.
So her eyes wandered below her. Dark brown eyes took in the slow rising and falling of her chest. A short numbness leaving her senses.
Alifa shot up to a seated position.
Only her head then proceeded to move.
First left,
then right,
then left again,
and right once more.
She scanned the unfamiliar- familiar surroundings.
She was all alone.
Stillness. Silence. Serenity.
The window in the room was wide open, the curtains flowed. No sun shone through. The skies were dark and dreary. An air of melancholy wove through the room, filling the absence she suddenly felt.
