Liam older sister, Josie, finds out the truth about Beacon Hills. She find herself tangled in the middle of supernatural drama. How will she navigate her life as a teen in Beacon Hills who has to save the day from ongoing threats. Will she be able t...
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We were watching an unreasonable long video about ethnic and morals. We had religious studies with a substitute teacher. He used the first half of the class on introductions and getting the class to calm down. Apparently people think it is funny to mess with the substitute.
For some reason the boy in front of me decided to stretch out. It would been fair enough if he didn't stretch so far that his hand were on my table and staring at me. He does it all the time. It's so weird.
Finally the video over. The substitute teacher was reading robotic from a sheet. He had a very annoying high pitch voice. "Pair up and discuss what you think the moral of the story you receive is." He told us. Kids were piling up to get their sheets.
I didn't have any friends in this class so I just started writing something to look busy. Normally I just wait until someone ask me something or I hope the teacher doesn't notice that I'm sitting alone.
I felt someone hover over me. It was Brett who was sitting in the spot of the other boy. I just looked puzzled at him. Why was he talking to me. "What are you doing." I asked. "I'm pairing up to discuss the moral of the story." He waived the paper.
I found his confidence amusing. What made him think I wanted to discuss morals and ethics. "And what would be?" I asked "One night your friend comes to your apartment distressed. They were getting robbed on their way home from work. If the burglar was going to hurt your friend or not was remained unknown. Your friend kill the burglar in the heat of the moment. Your friend asks you to help them cover up murder. Do you help your friend risking getting caught, or ask them to leave and never talk to them again?" He reads out loud the dilemma for me.
"That so unrealistic. I would never be in a situation like that." I told him "Yeah, but if you were what would you do?" He ask me. "I would choose the second one. Murder is always wrong." I expressed. "What if they had no choice?" He argued. "You always have a choice. Why would I protect someone who is capable of murder." I told him. What if the burglar was hungry? What if he had children to feed? What about his family? The people who love him deserve to know what happens to him.
"I think you wrong. If someone you loved was in that situation you wouldn't say that. You would want to protect them. You would want to help them."
The bell rang before I got the chance to say anything. "Mr Talbot, can I speak to you after class." The substitute teacher asked. "Someone is in trouble." I teased him before I left.
I needed to buy ice tea from the vending machine. I tried to reach out for my wallet that was in my bag, before I realised that I forgot it the class room.
I rushed back to go and get it before I get detention for being late. Through the glass video on the classroom I could see the substitute teacher holding a sword. When he moved out of the way I could see Brett bleeding rapidly. My heart sunk to my stomach. I felt like I froze into a statue, unable to move.
