✦ Kristen Ford has always been fiercely independent-a trait that threatens her family's reputation. Her father, Evan Ford, decides to send her to Blackwood Academy, an elite school known for straightening out troubled kids. But Blackwood is no ordin...
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Kristen
I walk down the corridor, my mind racing with hundreds of thoughts. I've come to a not-so-serious conclusion because, screw everything, I'm not worrying about any of this shit. I'm going to pull a stunt, get expelled, and that's the end of it. The one thing bothering me is my new friends, but hey, I can't just stay here. I shake my head and make my way slowly towards the forest, exiting the corridor while keeping an eye out for any possible intruders.
My mind screams for me to bolt and run, fearing I've put myself in danger just to escape this place. But instead of fleeing, I dash into the forest, closing my eyes and letting the wind rush over me. I've missed this feeling since leaving home, where running was a regular part of my routine. But here, everything is chaotic, nothing like the normalcy I once knew. I stop abruptly, doubling over to catch my breath, when movement in the bushes catches my attention. My eyes widen as I jerk my head towards the figure that quickly ducks out of sight.
Sweat beads on my forehead, panic rising as a flood of thoughts overwhelms me, the body, the blood, the prophecy, Jane's word, all swirling in my mind amid the dense forest surroundings. Just as I turn to flee, a strong grip seizes my arms, pulling me forcefully towards them. I squeeze my eyes shut, my entire being screaming with uncertainty. Is this the end?
I kept my eyes shut, struggling against the tight grip that seemed to tighten even more with my every attempt to break free. When I finally summoned the courage to open my eyes, I found myself staring into familiar, deep blue eyes of professor Alexander's. He was undeniably the most striking man I had ever seen, his expression a mixture of anger and intensity, his jaw clenched firmly.
"I..." My voice trailed off as I inadvertently eased my resistance, prompting his grip to tighten even more. His jaw tightened further, his piercing gaze a silent warning, a challenge that stirred conflicting emotions within me, instincts to flee clashed with a strange desire to stand my ground and face whatever consequences lay ahead.
His presence was overwhelming, a picture of perfection that left me in awe. He seemed like he could be one of the gods' finest creations, with every detail about him crafted flawlessly. His gaze alone had the power to make my legs tremble, his commanding aura adding to his allure.
"Do you always cause trouble for yourself and others?" His voice finally broke the tense silence as he let go of my hand. I glanced down at my arms, where his grip had left an imprint that looked like it might bruise.
"I wasn't causing trouble. I just needed a good run," I replied, trying to sound confident, but inside, I was intimidated to the core, feeling my resolve falter with each passing moment.
"Are you aware of the consequences of your actions, Kristen?" he asked, his expression now serious and unreadable, devoid of any emotion, like staring into a void.
"I might get expelled or something," I muttered, finally feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. He regarded me with a gaze so intense it felt like he could erase my very existence with it.
