Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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"STEP ON HER AND I'LL RIP YOUR BRAINS OUT!" Liliane roared, and instantly the boy stopped mid run -letting Sophianna up from the ground where she'd been ambushed by dozens of students. She pushed through the crowd, changing into a sprint as she followed the crowd towards Adir.
I searched for Hendrix and Laken,whom had disappeared in the swarms of pyjama-clad teenagers. I squinted my eyes, having to focus on each face individually until I finally found them. "GO HELP HIM, YOU IDIOTS!!" Bentley shouted from beside me, his voice carried by the silent night as he commanded the two that had taken to sitting on the floor, watching silently, side by side. As if they'd given up.
Upon hearing his shout, they sprang up like dolls and changed with surprising speed towards Adir whom protected the flag as if his life depended on it -which it most very well did.
The clock ticked with every passing minute, leaving us with half an hour. Another tussle broke on the opposite end of the field, where a small group of students -more like a pack of wolves - fought for a yellow flag. The colour was like a beacon in the dark, quickly attracting the attention of further students.
I returned my gaze to where our friend were. I smacked my hands on the windowsill in outrage when the flag was torn from Adir's hands and a red was now subject to the next attack.
Hayden groaned from beside Liliane, flipping off the others from his position through the glass, before shutting it.
"We better start looking again if we want any chance to win." Bentley groaned, stalking towards the door, shoulders sagging. I quietly followed.
t seemed that once the first flag was found, the rest started popping up like whack-a-moles. Shouts kept tearing through the night's fragile quiet—echoing from downstairs, accompanied by the crash of bodies slamming into anything unlucky enough to be in the way. Seriously, why did they think it was a good idea to toss a bunch of kids into a game inside a dark school building?
The teachers were idiots—but hey, I wasn't about to complain about an excuse to wreak a little havoc.
We bolted downstairs, spotting one brawl raging to our left and another exploding to our right. We could make a run for the flags, but a few were still missing. And we needed to find them fast.
Three left.
I sprinted into a classroom that looked completely untouched and immediately started tearing through drawers and cupboards. The others rushed in behind me, spreading out as we all began searching at once. I flipped a table, checking the underside.
Liliane joined in, helping me turn over table after table, each one hitting the floor with a sharp bang.
I kicked two chairs aside, scanning them quickly, but found nothing. Cupboard doors clicked open around the room before being slammed shut again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bentley and Hayden heaving a tall cabinet away from the wall to check behind it.
