S.T.A.G.S. Before the End

Chapter 10

After we sat like that for an hour, the police sent us back to S.T.A.G.S., the school where all this started. They said the headmaster called our parents and that they were on their way. Willow and I were silent for the full ride. We didn't even say goodbye to the Medievals. We just got in the taxi and drove away. As soon as we got back at Stags we were welcomed by the headmaster. I can't remember what he exactly said to us, but it came down to: "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that. I there anything I can do for you two girls?" Well he could. We asked him if we could become roommates from now on. We needed each other. Our parents arrived two hours later. We told them everything, but they didn't believe that the Medievals set this all up, neither did the headmaster. So yeah, we really needed each other to keep believing what we remember.

It was that exact evening that we sad together in our room. "What are we going to do?" I shrug my shoulders. "No one will believe us. The Medievals come from rich families and will sue us if we keep accusing them of what they did, and we will not winn the case." Willow glances at me with a look in her eyes I know she can see in mine too. "You think we should keep quiet?" I only nod my head. She seems to consider it for a few moments. "Okay, but you need to promise to me, that you will try to stop the next ones to be invited for a weekend bloodsports at Longcross from going." She holds up her hand, waiting for me to shake it. "Only if you'll do the same." She nods and I grab her hand, shaking it determined.

One year later

Oh no. I need to stop this. Word has gone through the school that Henry invited new people for a weekend at Longcross. Some Shaffeen, Channel and Greer. This can't end well. Last year, the headmaster made us promise to keep James' death quiet for the rest of the school. We reluctantly aggreed. But that promise won't stop me from warning someone.

I saw her the day before she would be leaving, maby to never return. She was just walking through the hall, her schoolbooks in her hands. I walked to her and tapped on her schoulder. She turns around and looks at me. "Oh hello." I didn't greet her. "Are you Greer?" She nodded. "Don't go to Longcross." Her eyes widen. "Why?" "I can't tell you, just don't go."  She frowns her forehead and walks away without saying a word. Fine, don't believe me. You're going to have to prepare for hell, like it or not.