School for Good And Evil-The Different Story

Never Day of Glory

Richard slumped around his house, coughing through the black fumes. He didn't care, he never cared. Stairs creaking, he slumped on down and sat at the table where his sister was sitting. She was called Bloodrayne, how he wished she didn't exist. He ate his cold porridge and walked out of the house with a hunchback so he didn't have to see that smiling face of Iris. Living his life was too hard, too cruel that he could exchange it for living in the Castle for Evil. Wishing for it never helped him, he was too un-hopfull for that. He wished for it to happen again and this time he felt that glimmer of hope, that shine of help. And then, he was flying through the sky at speeds of a fully grown hawk and a spaceship in star wars. Sludge broke his fall, he moved about to get out but the more he moved – the more he got stranded there. Slowly falling into the green sludge, he knew this was the end. No hope could shine through but help dazzled him through. No help came. The sludge was thick and messy but he could breath. He found himself swimming through it easily and climbed out. 'Huh' he thought. No students ran around him trying to get in, it was completely deserted. Finding himself walking towards it...it felt fresh...