Pandora's Box

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                               From: Spencer Theodore

  To: The next of Pandora's victims, may your sanity be more intact as mine never was.

Fate…….

No that’s to morbid, and the last thing I need right now is a relapse of the fact that this was no coincidence what happened at Saint Isaacs Cathedral, in Saint Petersburg, Russia was anything but.

What was supposed to be another eventful field trip curtsy to Choate Rosemary Hall prep school will scar the six of us for as long as we live.

There is no logic explanation.

In a school were snobby rich kids throw prices at detention and expulsion, even the law. We were left to take their fall, when everyone else started to put their noses where it didn't belong- .

Okay, okay....

 I’m stalling I realize that now nervously typing the blurring italic words before me.

How we came together was so odd almost like a pattern and as cliché as the breakfast club, (me) the delinquent, Ian (the mysterious new kid), Ash (the popular guy), Tommy (the nerd), Christiana (the slut), and Jayden (the misunderstood bully).

We see things others don't.

You see it all started with a box.

Pandora’s Box.

And then the truth, the truth is the very reason why I’m franticly writing this on my MacBook, and the truth is why you the –reader- decide to build up the courage and turn the next page.

But I warn you.

What you are about to witness will change your life forever, the way you think, the ones you trust, the lie’s you’ve been feed. And most importantly the people you never thought you’d risk your life for.

After all, if you look at the world with your eye's closed, you look at the world as an illusion

                                          

She’s the witch, Disney movies warn little girls about.

Her Chanel Empire tower heels, made a big show of stomping down the flawless marble like the aftermath of an earthquake. Her tall silhouette could be seen nearing the old detention room N.14 as we sat inside waiting listening to the hands of the basic clock above tick away murderously.

Finally, raven black hair flailed dramatically from her waist, Ms. Egan, that’s right Ms, no wedding band just a long list of uncommitted exes, and when break-ups turn ugly she comes to school the very next day with dried black mascara raining from her eye's, she had the presence to scare the devil into confessing.

None the less, boys flaunt over her.

“Get up.” Crimson lips spat.

Slowly we glanced sideways at each other in confusion, rising from our seats. She reached over the auburn desk giving us an explicit view above her pencil skirt. All five of us suppressed snickers, knowing the male mind was probably imaging her bent over the desk with a high school hotty, and alarming mouth to mouth interaction.

Don’t look so surprised, I never said she followed the ten commandments.

“What’s this?” She scanned the papers quickly, confidential or not she always got her way, Ms. Egan’s perfectly colored eyebrows twitched together.