Chapter 2

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I was up before everyone else. I thought I could be outside longer than I usually am if I left. But I would get in trouble if I was caught. Oh! I forgot a rule at the academy is "if you exit school grounds and or leave your dorms before 7:30 you will be sent to your room. And must stay there until the third day. Food and water will be sent." School was something that you needed to go to or you will fall behind. But I thought if I leave I can see the flowers my best friend told me about. When he would sneak out he would tell me about what was beyond the school. I never left no one dared to leave. But that was before he mysteriously left.

Dawson that who he is. Dawson was no is my best friend. He disappeared one day he was sick and he never came to class. Why couldn't I remember him? How could I have forgot about him? I felt angry with myself. Anger ran through me. Why couldn't I remember him? All I remember is after Dawson left we had an assembly. After was a blank. Why? Then a memory came to me it felt like my brain was shot. The reason why I went to the meadow. It was Dawson who first took me there. He told me when we had breaks go to the meadow.

I felt like if I leave Dawson will be there. I reached for the door slowly my hand approached. I was nervous to break such a rule. The professors have warned us the rules and punishments that will follow if they are violated. But I had to leave now! Fear of punishment was no longer in me. Wanting to see Dawson ran through my mind.

I grabbed the door. And walked really fast down the hall. Okay I was still afraid of getting caught. Don't judge me. If you we're here you would be afraid too.

As I walked down the hallway I heard a door creak.

"Crap. Shit. Fuck."I whispered to myself and hid behind a pillar.

"Is somebody wake" I leaned around the corner to find Angela peeking through her door. Ugh I hate her she always tries to get my in trouble.

The door closed and I dashed to the stairs. "Shit." How did Dawson do this.

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