What! Where am I! It looks like I'm in a class room, but there are no doors or windows. There are some desks and a big whiteboard covered in weird, indistinguishable drawings, but that's about where normal stops. Sheets of paper are folding themselves and flying across the room.
There is a little kid playing with a stapler remover sitting at the teachers desk. I'm assuming he is the culprit that drew on the white board. Furthermore, in a front row seat, is a man reading a book. He is dressed in fancy black clothes a butler might wear. Finally, there is a student around my age in the back corner of the class. The same place Rath forced me to sit this morning.
The man now suddenly looks up from his book. A smile appears on his face. He stands up and exclaims joyfully "Greetings, Sir Luke!" Haha, Sir Luke. It has a nice ring to it. The man continues with "I am the one you named Ned." Hold on! That's Ned? I take a good look at him. He wears a top hat that covers most of his hair, but I could see that it is a light brown color. His grass green eyes have a reassuring look. I've never met him before, yet I still feel at ease with him. So that must mean that the other two are Tommy and Rath. I reply with "uh... To meet you, Sir Ned. And thank you for reminding me to get my pencils this morning." Ned simply gives a charming smile and continues his book. "Oh, don't be afraid to go after that girl. Natalie, right?" Maybe he's right.
For now let's see what Tommy has to say. Turns out all Tommy says is "Nya Nya, NYUH." Trust me that does not make a very interesting conversation.
That leaves Rath, who is currently walking toward me. Rath has black hair that is dyed red where it covers his blood red eyes. He looks mad. Before I know it he had me pinned to the wall with a knife against my throat. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you get in my way." Then he pulls back his arm in preparation to strike. The knife starts speeding toward my face. I close my eyes.
Is this how I die?
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More Than Two-Faced
Teen FictionMultiple personality disorder. Imagine having to fight for control of your own body. To have everything interrupted by the people inside of you. to live a life without a moment of silence. That is what Luke has to deal with all the time.