We can't change what we are from the moment we were born, however, we can change who we are, the more we discover order in this world of chaos and dysfunction.
Let's discover ourselves at our own pace. This is my story and this is how I established...
The moment I got back to my own room in the dormitory, I immediately opened my laptop and connected it to the internet. While waiting for it to warm up, my hands started fidgeting with each finger. Truthfully, I don't trust Zeke and I fear that my safety and my best friend's will be in jeopardy.
As my e-mail page loaded, I instantly saw a rather peculiar address. Who in their right mind would name themselves, "xoxofirethrower1107" and entitle the whole mail as "pimping schedules"?
Covering up is a good thing, but couldn't he have just labeled it as like an academic thing? This is way more suspicious if I'm going to be honest here.
Opening it, I found a letter and a rather vague plan Zeke must have thought of.
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The contents were:
We have to protect each other, not only in this academy, but also in the real world. Many people like us have fallen. We have to do our best to survive and for their suspicion not to grow. I have done research since middle school and this is the info I have gathered.
Our great-great-great grandparents were all friends and worked under a man who called himself, "The Opportunist." Way to be subtle, huh? But he's rather uncanny. But our ancestors weren't the only ones who worked for him, there were many others. They were working on a chemical that contained dangerous chemicals that could reprogram one's genes and enhance them at the same time. When the government found out about what he was doing, he decided to abandon his plan and took this opportunity to use his formula on humans.
He released the toxic chemical to his workers and thus had affected them greatly. There were numerous people who perished. And there were those who adapted and evolved. When the government was able to link these people to their descendants, they killed them. Remember Sharkboy? Yeah, he was one of them. And so are we.
I talked to the headmaster about my plan to create a safe circle within the academy, and also snagged a room along with it. For now, I won't tell you the names of the members, but you have to attend the meeting tomorrow. When I see you at school, I'll pass a paper to you which will contain the location of our safe room. This is what I meant by Secret Society.
I hope you can let go of what happened between us and protect my precious friend.
