White Mountain Academy Snippets

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A/N Hi! Welcome to the White Mountain Academy Universe! I'm sorry if this is confusing, because it's not really in order or anything. It's just little scenes and snippets that star the same characters. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

~Raelyn Papier

I couldn't go back. Not again.

I laid my head down on the pillow, sighing. I wasn't going to go back to that horrible place, I just needed to find a way out of having to. My breathing quickened and I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered once again what they did there.

They tortured children.

They forced us to be slaves of society. Having a childhood wasn't a luxury we were given. They pitted us against each other in a deadly battle for dominance, licking their lips as they sat on the edge of their seats, waiting to see who would emerge on top.

The chain of command was established quickly, within the first couple weeks. After that, it was time to get to work. If you were a Domineer, the whole experience there would be a lot more pleasant. If not, you must be prepared for a lot of bias against you.

You are weak.

The Commanders don't like Weaklings. They weed you out, they pick apart your brain and they use your history against you. They tease you, insult you, let you know that you are the runt. And that's only the mental part of it.

They force you into things, things you aren't prepared for, things you have no idea how to do. But you sure as heck better figure it out, no matter how painful that may be. You grit your teeth and you pull through, or the physical torture begins.

If they don't find your work sufficient, you don't get food. You stay with your respective Commander during eating hour, and they scream at you over and over again that you are stupid, and you have done it wrong while your stomach growls and begs them for food. They just laugh at your petty human need for nutrition, and they beat you. In their eyes, they are helping you. In the real world, you don't get fed, they say. You must work for yourself, they say. But you won't be able to make a living, because you are useless, and stupid, and most of all, you are weak. Weaklings get crushed in the real world, so they do you a favor and crush you themselves.