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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Serafina's eyes shot open.
Only an eerie stillness met her .
Not even the usual clang of her mind and the ruckus of her inner thoughts saw to make noise.
No,
nothing but a quietude she had never reached before.
She blinked one eye then the other again and again just for good measure.
She felt nothing, not even the blink of her eyes yet she was sure she was blinking.
Strange.
Serafina sat up and couldn't feel that either.
Only the overhwelming feeling of bodily dissonance coursed through her palms.
She scrunched her hand and felt the fabric through her fingers.
She laid tucked in bed.
She sat up slowly, careful to catch her breath, though it was hard because it never shook like this before. Nor evaded her lungs in such a great distance.
The girlreally was tucked, rather kindly in bed.
In a bed, in a room.
A room not her own, nor one she could probe her memory for any sort of remembrance.
Flashes of the abandoned theatre and Acharya came to mind but split her brain like a streak of fire. Both were gone and yet,
