The Relived Academy

Chapter One

Zelta Thompson

Michael's Pov

I sat looking throughout the window as the bus rocked from side to side. I stared at the thick bushes that seemed to be unbreakable. I then became conscious when Alzyana spoke.

"Where the hell could this new school be!"

"We're going to he'll don't you see" I replied eyeing the man who had his hands up stretched towards me, saddness in his eyes as the bus drove pass.

The man I previously saw had dark brown hair his clothes were dirty and so was his hair. Thick chains held his hands to a tall stout tree.

"What the fuck was that?" Zelta exclaimed apparently talking about the man we saw.

"Language!"Mr Ronald hissed at her as the school bus driver spoke.

"That's how the people here pay for their crime if it's a awful crime....... They are beaten every weekend "

Mr Dunhill was the bus driver of the school we were getting transferred into, on the other hand Mr Ronald was from our old school to ensure we arrived. The bus towed his car behind so that when he signs that we got into the school he could head back.

"We are here" was the words that brought me back to reality.

We got out and I studied the new environment. The floor of the school yard was gray concrete and there stood a huge building painted in dark grey and low dull green grass on each side.

The surrounding was fenced but it was more than enough space to use up. There was a next building standing beside the other,both buildings were separated by the low dull green grass.

"This doesn't look like a school"I mumbled to myself not expecting a answer.

"We painted the school in dark grey because the students tend to mark on the walls and this way it won't show on the walls"Mr Dunhill replied.

"Why the tall gates then"I hissed side eying him.

"You know children like yourself wanna be bad,getting over fences....."he shrugged as if stating the obvious.

When we got inside we were marked present and Mr Ronald signed the school transfer papers and left.

I met my new roommate, Sawyer. He seemed like a kool person.

"This half of the room is yours"he informed.

He used a chalk to draw a line separating the two half of the room.

"Okay thanks " I replied.

"Oh, and if you need to find anywhere in this place tell me..... I'll help"he offered and I nodded.

When it was about 5:00pm we were called for dinner by a big bell ringing. We ate at a separate table from the other members of the school.

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I finished up my meal and head back to my room and just before I arrived the door was cracked.I slowly and cautiously entered.

I was greeted by odor of vomit which made me wanna puke. I placed two fingers under my nostrils.

"Saw?" I questioned as he came into sight.

He held a bag full of disgusting vomit.

"You seem like you really sick" I state.

"Maybe just a bad meal..... I'm gonnaget rid of this" he said nervously as he pointed at the bag leaving the room.

Nervous?He was nervous? Did I intimidate him?