The Flive Skaly I: Young Rebel Awakening

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"So," said the school principal and wiped his sweat off his forehead, "I hope you will explain your actions you performed lately."

That was a signal that Anyora had to sort her tornado storming inside her head and focus on every single thing that would appear the next hour. It was her main attitude in general, even though she had her unknown struggles with her dreams that were partly twisting her mind. It still was important to keep those informations in the back of her head to gather those pieces together later. 

She bended her eyebrows inward slightly and looked straight in the eyes of her headmaster as if she wanted to deliver a cold message.

Even when she didn't know whether to run or to approach, she wasn't allowed to show a drop of her real emotions. That's the reason she went almost all the time with the impression of animosity. Right now, she wanted to strengthen this impression by the way she looked at her own school principal.

The headmaster was, unlike the teachers, very strict and serious. He never trusted Anyora and was very judgemental due to her, just like she was to herself.

Now, there were they. Poker face to poker face.

Her mother just watched them both with suspicion and confusion, longing for a lot of answers. Maybe she had even more questions than they both could answer.

It was unsafe to be there, but Anyora couldn't help that and just happen to stay there. Maybe was it even dangerous to leave, but she could truly find it out after the mess she made was solved.

And it was supposed to be exactly the school principal's office.

"We both know it's going to be kind of risky," told the headmaster, "so you better just tell me the truth. It's all I want."

"Oh really?", thought Anyora, "while you are hiding a lot of things you think are normal you suddently demand me to open up? When I find out what actually happened with my projects I'm going to question your actions and those of Kestrel's a lot."

"I don't have any idea what you talk about," said Anyora without any emotions as usual "Nothing else except my project is supposed to be different."

"Your application project from computer science?", Keva asked confused. "But there's nothing wrong with it, isn't it? I even tested it out as you asked..."

"It seemed on the first view so", replied the principal, "but after M. Bernol opened your's with a different one, it started to form a new one that was trying to destroy the computers system. It reacted most aggressive on those from Kestrel why we asked for her files."

Keva looked outraged and even more confused at her daughter. Anyora only narrowed her eyes, looking into the emptyness, trying to connect the new information with her disaster logically. She already had a few suggestions on what could come next.

"How can you be sure it was me?", asked Anyora and focused on the headmaster with the same severe look again.

"Wouldn't it be better if you explain by yourself what you wrote instead of someone else does? How can you not know what you've done when your program almost installed a virus on someone elses computer?", the school principal looked at her still severe, but somehow exhausted. As if his look wanted to tell Anyora that he's sick of her being stubborn.

Anyora chuckled silently without smiling, "I cannot explain if I don't know what's the matter, sir. I need you to tell which part of my program is problematic or at least show it to me."

Keva's emotions disapeared all at once and replaced it with shock of the way her daughter spoke. It was the first time she seemed... taking control of something, but she couldn't exactly tell what.