Expose Them, sequel to Release Me (Editing)

5

I sit in psychology, doodling on my DSS peacefully when I hear, "Allison."

Looking up, I see the secretary, Miss Dunkin standing in the doorway. The whole class has gone quiet, all eyes on me.

"Yes?"

"Principal Franklin would like to see you."

Oh no, what now? I don't recall doing anything principal's notice worthy lately.

I follow Miss Dunkin on stiff legs to Principal Franklin's office.

She pushes the brown wood door open and ushers me into the room.

My eyes widen in fear and my heart begins to race widely. Pound. Pound. Pound. Sitting behind Principal Franklin's desk is President White, Dr. Jeffery standing beside him, his eyes dark and stormy.

"Alison, please take a seat." President White smiles, gesturing to the seat across from him.

I cautiously sit down at the edge of the chair and wait anxiously for him to continue, my leg bouncing nervously.

"We need your help with something," he finally continues.

"What is it?" I can't help but be a little curious.

"There's a school in New York for troubled teenagers in complicated homes, or who are orphans." His forget me not blue eyes are on me. "That's why I believe you'll fit in perfectly since you are an orphan, are you not?"

My hands ball into fists. "Don't bring up my parents," I say through clenched teeth.

"You'll be leaving for New York tomorrow night," is all he says.

"Why?"

"You tell me that."

"Troubled teens are found weak," I mumble.

"Exactly. Your job is to tell me who should go through the cure or not."

"Dream on." I try to stand up and run, but Dr. Jeffery holds me down.

"You have no choice," he says.

"Remember Alison, we have control over your brother and friends. You don't want anything bad happening to them, do you?" President White states.

I glare at him, putting as much hatred as I can into it. "No."

"Smart girl." He smiles. "So are you willing to leave tomorrow for New York with Derek ?"

"I can't."

"Didn't I make myself clear?"

"You did, but this Saturday is my brother's engagement party. I refuse to go until after the party." I keep my voice strong and firm.

"Okay, fine, you got yourself a deal. You'll be leaving first thing Sunday morning."

"If you insist, sir," I say bitterly.

"Now you better hurry back to class." He dismisses me.

Standing up, unsteady, I walk out of the room.

...

"You're awfully quiet," Elena comments, watching me, obviously concerned.

I remain silent, picking at my food.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or continue to play mute?"

I say nothing.

"Fine, be like that," she huffs, taking her lunch tray, before marching off.

I watch her go, a ball of guilt bouncing around in my chest. I want to tell her, but I can't. I can't tell her that I'll be gone once again in a few days to become a part of President White's scheme. Kill the weak and let the strong rule.