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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FRIDAY MORNING'S DELICIOUS, RUBY RED PIE WAS DEVOURED IN UNDER TWO MINUTES BY SERAFINA.
The molten, boiled and sweetened red cherries seemed too delicious for patience.
Lorna Simmons would say otherwise.
Her stomach sunk watching her classmate devour it in half.
Lorna's appetite had grown rather.. morbidly low these days. S-
"Life isn't a spectators sport, I know but... how can you have an appetite right now?" Lorna gulped, a look of disgust on her face.
Serafina smiled darkly.
"Life is a spectator sport... but only if you're wealthy and privileged like we are. Might as well indulge in it." she shrugged before cutting another, and more larger piece.
The excess of red cherries near stained her teeth.
Lorna's plate consisted of a hearty English Breakfast. She hated waste of any kind but... she couldn't stomach anything.
The last few days were a grungy flash of fireplaces, drool covered books and Lawrence.
Well, Aria and L- Lawrence's rapid black chalkboard scrapings. Dozens of near hellish looking equations, theories physics and whatever else. So many of the peers in that underground study. Far too much human stimulus for her to handle.
Thanks be for Orpha's sudden leader role that kept her close, but also Broderick's leader role.
Lorna had hid the effect the masses had on her. The sudden change was just too grand.
Not as grand as Atlas Mathews, the writing on the door.... the missing boys?
And so much new truth.
nonsensical Truth,
But truth.
that Alifa Océane Kamtchou seemed to be right in the middle of.
And now, with the true origin of the numbers being even more strange than before?
Lorna hoped to be in the centre of it all. Her journalists career would be well documented for the ages to come! All in highschool!
Still, Lorna gripped her fork tightly and stared at the food. The plate screaming at her to ravage and make a mess of things. Her stomach groaned ravenously , hoping she'd follow in pursuit of filling it.
