Antagonist

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Flash back.
Age 14.
Harry styles.

"C'mon we can do it." Winston grabs my wrist dragging me with himself as I grunt in frustration.

We've been friends since almost three years now. We became friends as me and Winston didnt complete our homework and we were both punished to stand out in corridor together. Well that punishment wasn't punishment because we both enjoyed our time out together.

"Can you believe she believes in these dolls?" He chuckles as theres rainy doll in white clothing hung on our teacher Mrs. Steldon's window.

"Gemma believes in this dolls too." I say as we walk towards back side of her house and try to search for an open window.

Street lightening is enough for us to sneak at this late night and being able to see where we're taking our steps on.

"Wear." Winston holds the mask out for me to take. This mask has red colour all over. Anything but our eyes is visible. Other forehead to chin its covered.

"You should have studied enough, now you're leading me in these craps too" I huff and we see window that's open. It's not for us to peep in to see who's sitting where.

Winston gets on his hands and knees I stand on his back to see that living room is empty. When I'm standing here it's enoug for me to get in. I get in and after me Winston climbs through wall and gets in.

It's completely empty here. We have no idea where our teacher could be at this moment. Upstairs or downstairs in kitchen.

We both sit behind the couch to take some seconds analyzing the surrounding and upcoming steps.

We almost sit here for good one minute when we realise nobody is downstairs. We see TV placed opposite to couch and next to TV there's entrance for kitchen. Right side of couch there's stairs that goes up. Next to stairs we see another room what we assume is her workroom as much as we had conversation with her we could tell. This is it. This is where papers must be.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna pass in my exams. It's Winston who is afraid for one subject and his parents are extremely strict when it comes to studies.

We take couple more seconds before we both get on our feet and carefully walk towards the open study room. And just peek in, incase it would be our bad luck if we'll directly walk in.

We walk into the room and see one chair and table ahead of it. We see exam papers kept on table as if she was checking it. We walk and take closer look. It's not our class' paper. "You see through, I'll keep eye out." Winston whispers and walks towards door looking while standing aside. I open drawers carefully and without making any noises and search for papers of our class. "Fuck! It's so hot in this mask!" Winston takes his mask off I look at him with widen eyes. "Take it off, what more could she do?" He shrugs—I could tell this mask ain't comfortable on my face either—so I take it off.

I scrabble through papers one drawer after another. Here are total six drawer and tons of papers. Each class' paper are set in bundle so God knows where our is.

My heart thumps against my chest as I hear Teacher screaming. Winston runs towards me and pulls me to sneak under the table. "Please, don't!" We hear a scream and loud voice as someone just fell. Feels like she fell off stairs---or what if someone pushed?

"Edwyn, sorry!" She sounds weak. "I told you not to go there!" It's her husband.

"Edwyn, no!" We both flinch as we hear something loud crashing. As someone slammed chair or any furniture—

"Fuck you'll know what it's disobeying me is!" We can't see but hear the door slamming shut. She is here.

"Open the fucking door!" —Banging