PART 1, SECTION 1
Tick. Tock.
Those two syllables were all I was focusing on as I wait for the savior of this torturous hell, known as the bell. I know it would ring I just need to concentrate.
Wow. I can't concentrate on science yet I can on a red rounded bell. Congrats to me. Whipee!
Tick. Tock
For Nutella sake's- My train of thought was irrupted by the piercing warrior cry the savior created signaling the young slaves the beastly wrinkly medusa holds in her grasp are now free. FREEDOM. For the weekend anyways.
I didn't even bothered to hurry and rush out the door among all the other famish slaves ready to claw someone's eyes out if needed to. Just to go over a friends house or go home to do nothing, basically just to get out of this hell hole. Once the slaves have minimal to only a few I started to grab my stuff and walk my way through the halls of the wrinkly daytime nightmares's dome, to the rectangular metal butler that hold my things and bonds me from returning home just yet. If you didn't catch on that its my locker than you need a extra dose of imagination from the Jane and her dragon.
Once I dumped all my textbooks in the grasp of James, yes I named my locker, and no I don't need a therapist. It's something called imagination and its the cure of the disease school inflicts on us slaves. Boredom.
I think it's safe to say I won't be tainted by that disease anytime soon, you obviously read I think differently and far more creative than most thirteen year old girls. Eh, maybe not having a real friend or a mother that even cares about my problems gave me extra time to create stories about every single scar on the janitors face and hands. He's probably just clumsy and not the jungle warrior I thought him to be in his past life, the latter is more fun to imagine. Besides his flopping bags of skin that would be exposed for the world as he swings to vine to vine.
That sounded so wrong.
I didn't continue on that thought as I distantly can hear my name being shouted.
" DESTRY!!!"
YOU ARE READING
Corrupted Souls: A Crimson Flaw
Mystery / ThrillerYou can say we all have flaws, that we're imperfect and blame it on flaws. But in reality, we are flaws itself, we're imperfect of course. What human being or anything isn't for that matter? No two bowls are exactly the same, one corner can be...
