"Paul needs to be sacrificed. In other words, he needs to die for our usage." Those were the words I heard, which hit me like a ton of bricks. The words were coming from Tutor Beatrice. At that very moment, I wished it was an auditory illusion or a trance, or better off, a dream. Before I left, my ears took in some shocking words.
"But I thought you said we would save his death for next term if it didn't go as planned. I'm very shocked that the plan failed. It's almost impossible for it to fail," Tutor John said.
"I thought the plan was going to be a successful one, but it seemed Paul didn't trust me enough all this while. He didn't take a large amount of the liquid content. I doubt he barely drank it. I'm sure of it. He lied to me, and I hate liars like him. There's no way he can be immune to the side effects of the drink if he actually drank it. My plan was just to assert full control over him, just like all other students, but unfortunately, he didn't drink the Zobo drink. Now, I have no choice but to take his lifespan, although it's not the usual time for me to do so yet." Tutor Beatrice said.
Her anger was obvious to my sense of hearing. At that moment, my theory of her being a witch was fully proven right, and I felt an enormous fear overwhelm me.
Tutor John's response to what she said increased the fear in me. He laughed with a villainous tone and said, "Indeed! He has to die. It's been long since I consumed the destiny of a child. Whenever I think about the pleasant taste and refreshment I get from it, I begin to crave more, and plus, the body is very essential for my physical appetite."
Those words of Tutor John were the most insane and devilish words I had ever heard at the time. I couldn't believe what I was hearing was real.
"A teacher consuming the lifespan of a child and a teacher consuming the destiny of a child; how much darker could that be? One could only imagine how devilish those acts are. What does Tutor John mean by the body is essential for his physical appetite?" I thought. I just couldn't make sense of it.
I didn't bother to listen to what they were about to say next. Out of fear of being caught, I gently and quickly walked away from the premises of the teacher's office. I left in a way that my footsteps couldn't be heard. There was so much going on in my head as I left.
I went downstairs and found Michael standing in a wandering manner, close to the school gate. It seemed like he was wondering where I had gone. I stood at the entrance of the school hall and watched him, trying to compose myself and bottle up all the emotions I was feeling at that moment. It took me some time, but I finally managed to do it.
By then, Michael seemed impatient and was about to leave before I called him, as he hadn't noticed me before. He saw me and was a bit angry for making him wait for so long. I walked towards him and apologized, cooking up a lie as an excuse for why he didn't find me waiting when he finally came back. I then asked him if he still found what he was looking for, and he told me he did.
Some minutes later, I got home, and as usual, my mom asked me how school was. If it were before, I would simply tell her it's fine, although I experienced something shitty or unpleasant.
But now that my life is on the line, I had to tell her the truth, with the hope that she would believe me. I told her I had something extremely important to tell her with a serious tone. I didn't even think of pulling off my uniform and freshening up first. I was obviously impatient to tell her what was on my mind. Both of us now seated on the long chair, she first spoke to me.
"Paul, is anything the matter? It's obvious that what you want to tell me is a very serious thing." "Yes, Mom," I replied. "Now, Mom, you will have to believe me for my own safety, and it's regarding John Felix Academy. I overheard two teachers plotting to kill me. This might sound strange, though, but please listen and believe me. Some of the teachers in the school are witches and wizards. I only know of two, but there could be more. They have been brainwashing all the students in my school. More like they can actually control them. There is a drink that one of the teachers makes, and if she gives a new student to drink it, or who she has never given before, that student will be under her control as far as that person drinks a huge amount of the liquid content. To me, it's like a potion because of the witchcraft qualities. Mom, I believe this particular teacher is the mastermind of those devilish acts. She is probably responsible for the students acting weird daily. Mom, this particular teacher gave me the drink and told me to drink a lot of it, but I didn't, and when she suspected I didn't, as she saw no effect of it on me, she decided to kill me with one other teacher. They say by killing me, they will consume my lifespan and my destiny. The teachers I'm talking about are Tutor Beatrice and Tutor John. Mom, please believe me, my life is in danger. You need to withdraw me from the school as fast as possible," I said, breathing staggeringly.
I looked at my mom, waiting for her response. Her expression was unreadable, neutral, but she later broke the silence and started talking.
"Paul, I know you hate your school so much that you're ready to cook up a bogus and cockamamie story like you just did. Did you think I would be moved by your facade of emotions? I know you must have put a lot into devising this plan, but I'm sorry to break it to you, your plan failed. I'm not withdrawing you from that school. What you said about some teachers being witches and wizards in the school is one of the most fallacious and imaginary tales I've ever listened to from your mouth. Paul, I hope you're okay mentally. Stop sprouting such nonsense. Why would you lay such unjustifiable allegations on your teachers? That is highly preposterous. Paul, desist from this unpleasant behavior. I don't like it at all. If you don't like the school, just endure it till you finish from the school," my mom concluded.
I just stood there, dumfounded at all she said. At that moment, it felt like the world was against me. I couldn't believe my own mother didn't believe me, despite how I pleaded with her and the seriousness I used in telling her. I was just completely lost for words, utterly speechless. With that, I just walked away from her presence with a gloomy expression, as she waited for me to say something.
Seeing me walking away to my room, I heard her saying loudly, "Paul, get over it and accept the fact that I'm not withdrawing you from that school, whether you like it or not."
The night of that day, I was in my room, deep in thought. I felt like it was over for me. "So, I will just be like one of those victims of Tutor Beatrice. It explains why there are missing students in John Felix Academy every year. It's so unfortunate for me that I will have to die at this tender age, and if that happens, I will blame my mom for my death in the spirit world," I thought angrily.
Just as I was about to close my eyes to sleep, a thought came to me.
"Yes, I will have to tell my friends about this. I will tell them. I don't know if they will believe me, but I will try. Even though they believe me, it might prove useless against Tutor Beatrice and Tutor John, because little kids like us can't probably stop them, but I guess we don't have to underestimate ourselves. Well, for now, they're my only hope.
Now that I think about it, could they have drunk the Zobo drink too, like a large amount of it? I don't actually think they have. They look so normal, and some of my classmates look normal too. I guess Tutor Beatrice was exaggerating when she said she has control over all students. Maybe she is spreading her control gradually, which means there are students who have not drunk the Zobo drink. And I'm very sure Amanda and Michael are part of them. After all, I haven't seen some of my classmates acting weird before."
With those thoughts, I soon slept off, with the hope of telling Amanda and Michael about my plight, regarding my life being in danger in our school, John Felix Academy.
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