LIFE at Adam's school - The Redemption - was, to put it bluntly, living hell. They had been here for a week and all their days were passed in the same way. But there was one episode that was quite memorable.
It started out normally. Gerald assigned the clothes, the boys wore them (they all took a page out of Zevon's book - not literally, of course - and decided not to protest) and they went to their lessons, which were;
1) Goodness class
2) Manners and etiquette
3) Practicals: Be kind and good to people
4) Dressing sense
5) Ball planning: Girls only
6) Ballet: Girls only
7) Sword fighting: Boys only
8) Horse riding: Boys only
Apparently, girls and boys weren't allowed to be in the same classroom and only met during breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The place was boring, and the teachers seemed to be thinking they - the VKs - were Villains. That meant tey were being watched every second of the day, and to say it was annoying would be an understatement.
That particular day, Gerald was in the boys' room, giving them a speech about the importance of sword fighting.
"It's important for men to know how to fight, as we'll need to fight when saving women." Zevon snorted at that. Junior scoffed. Harry rolled his eyes. Gil shook his head. "Is there anything wrong, boys?"
"No, nothing. Carry on."
Gerald gave them a small glare before continuing. "As I was saying, sword fighting is very important. Now, some of you aren't very skilled at it," Zevon looked down, avoiding meeting anyones eyes as Harry chuckled under his breath. "There's no need to laugh at pther people's weaknesses, Hook. Should I remind you you're failing M&E while Groové is brilliant at it?"
Harry immediately shut up, hands going instinctly to his hair - what was left of it anyway.
Gerald cleared his throat. "Now, to get better, I have decided to train you all. You boys are going to work out in the school Gym."
Zevon groaned while the others shrugged.
"Hook, show them what a good work out is like," Gerald ordered. Harry walked to the front of the classroom. Just as he was about to do some pushups, Gerald said:
"Take off your shirt. Your gonna sweat a lot and the shirt will be ruined."
Harry unbuttoned the shirt and folded it before keeping it down on his bed. He had once threw a tie on the bed and Gerald had threatened to shave his head off fully.
"Wait, wait, wait," Gerald said. "What is that?"
He was pointing at Harry's tattoo. It was of a hook. He had gotten it done on his sixteenth birthday.
"We have to remove it," Gerald said. "Anyone else in here have any tattoos?" He asked.
The three boys shook their heads, Zevon smirking subtly.
"Thank god I don't have any tattoos." Junior muttered.
Gerald left to go phone a tattoo artist to ask him to remove Harry's.
Meanwhile, in the girls' room, Lucy was checking the rings they chose in Dressing sense.
"Calista Hook," she gasped. "What is this?"
Cj looked at her hand. In the side of her ring finger was a tiny, hearts shaped lock tattoo she had gotten back when she was still in the Isle.
"We shall have to get rid of it immediately!" Lucy announced, walking out of the room. "Does anyone else have any tattoos?"
Uma, Harriette and Yzla shook their head. Lucy sashayed away and Cj turned to Harriette angrily.
"You have a tattoo in your nape. Why didn't you tell her?" She asked.
"Because why would I? And anyway, it doesn't hurt that much." Harriette said. "I'm not a self-sacrificing hero."
Unknown to them, Lucy - who had forgotten her purse and was coming back to get it - had heard everything.
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