Scary Stories

II

The school's was full name was Saint Joseph's School for Children in Need. The name made in seem like a place that was feeding starving children not housing the next generation of killers. There was one class for each year group, there was exactly ten kids in each year and there was six years in the school, from years 7-12.

In my year 9 class there was three girls and seven boys and could see all their futures in a cell in maximum security. My future however I saw something completely different.

We all shared a dormitory with one other student. The student I shared with was called Steven was in the year 11 class and he liked sex just a little too much, he had humped everything from animals to inanimate objects. However, he ignored me, he had barely even spoken to me let alone put his dick anywhere near me. It was like he was scared of me, scared of what I would do to him if he ever wronged me. The guy was a rapist, two years older than me and about three times the size of me, but he was still terrified of me.

The church ran the school but it was the psychologists and bodyguards were the ones who actually dealt with the students. Really the only thing the church has to do with the school is pouring money into it. Although the church also puts a service a month on for the 60 disturbed children after the morning service on Sunday. Where they talked at us about how God loves us and it is never too late to turn back to the Lord.

We all had to a see a psychologist everyday to talk about our feelings, but I spent most of the time with one leg crossed over the other, inspecting my boney hands not saying anything or even making eye contact. If the psychologist ever got angry I would either ignore them or sit straight up, flick my fringe out of my eyes and stare straight into there eyes which tends to frighten them more. When I first came to Saint Joseph's the two bodyguards took my to my room, unlike everyone else they had ever taken to their room I walked calmly not screaming or trying to get away and when we arrived at the room I simply sat cross legged on my bed and stared at them which purplexed one and terrified the other.

Unlike most people I didn't hate the school. I enjoyed power. I enjoyed control. I enjoyed people being fearful in my presents.