\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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It feels so different roaming down the halls again. It feels so different, being back here, it just makes me realize how many things have changed over the course of a few months. The two faces I've been longing to see aren't is sight. It's only second period and the amount of work I've missed is astronomical. I can't imagine what it'll look like in the end.
No one spares me a glance, and I'm glad for it. I'm back to being invisible, just how I like it. Just then, the bell rings, signaling that the next class is about to start. The halls become alive with bustling students, pushing and shoving their way through the crowd.
Freshmen get trampled on by the ruthless seniors, as they jaunt down the hall, not turning back to help them pick up books or papers that they've caused to knock down. Typical.
Not caring if I'm late, I take my precious time in promenading down the hall and into the english classroom. I can hear Mr. Simons' piercing voice from where I am, and I know that he'll only get louder as soon as I walk through that door...but I don't care. I take my sweet time, not wanting to come face to face with Nicki, or anyone else.
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Ten minutes into the class, I came in through the door, but I didn't receive any sort of bellowing from Mr. Simons, not one noise...all what I got were the wandering eyes of those who have never spoken a word to me. My eyes involuntarily wander towards the back, everyone around me becoming invisible, and just as a small sliver of hope starts to grow within me, it's gone. His seat is empty.
Mr. Simons clears his throat, silently telling me to move. I maneuver around the desks, abiding his nonvocal request. As soon as my back hits the chair, the uncomfortable silence is broken by the sound of hushed whispers.
"Enough!" Mr. Simons shouts, ordering their attention and it comes into affect immediately.
The rest of the time went by leisurely, deliberately seeming slower than normal. Conclusively, the deafening sound of the bell signals the end of class, and it's only now that I realize the whole lesson of fallacy went over my head like a wave in a destructive tsunami.
Vigorously, the perpetual sound of slamming books, scrunched papers, and knocking pencil cases echoes in my highly sensitive ears, everything I hear seems to be multiplied by a force of a thousand.
"Actually, Vivian, can you stay behind...just real fast," with the sound of his words, I feel the eyes of those around me beat down on my back like a gavel. Nicki's eyes though, they seem to be the ones I can sense the most. Why Nicki's?
My thoughts are interrupted when Mr. Simons weaves through the desks in a smooth matter, and taking a seat in the desk next to me.
"What is going on, Vivian?" He asks softly, the stiffness in his voice that was once there now is extinct. I don't answer, but turn my head and silently wish for this "talk" to be over, though it hardly even started.
"It's okay, Vivian, you can trust me," just as I'm about to answer to his claim, I'm cut off by the voice I've been longing to hear.
"No she can't," his tone is so serious, stern even, though he spoke in almost a hushed tone. Mr. Simons body visibly tightens, as he clenches his jaw in enmity. The tenseness grows throughout the room, clenching to every last piece of the fresh air. My eyes flicker to Alakade, then the Simons. Alakade shuts the door behind him calmly, but what for?
"I know you're one of them..." Alakade conveys vaguely.
"I beg your pardon, Vincent, but I would like to ask what you're saying."
"Don't try me, Conan, you have the same blood as the vicious poison within his veins." Simons gives him a blank look, as if he were talking fluent French
"How did you know?" Simons - or so called Conan - spat.
"Archives. Before five years ago, there was no such thing as you, you didn't exist, not until Athen came," he steps closer to Simons, now only a few feet away from him, "but I could always sense it...I could feel it." Alakade's fists are clenched, ready to strike.
Conan's face twists with a villainous expression, "so you know then..."
"Know what?" Alakade semi-shouts.
"That the second stage has been completed...she's been burned, and now...it's time to turn her into a cold blooded killer."
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Now, since we're on the third part and know a little bit of what's to come...can you guess what the names for each part symbolize or why I named them that specific way? If you can, you'll get a shoutout at the end of the book, and maybe even a special present!
