Wildcards| Ongoing

One thing you learn at Jackson-Avery secondary school, you never mess with the Deck of Cards.

No one knows much about the elusive members, just that they were rich, popular and completely dangerous. But students love gossip and have made themselves dedicated to the labels that the four wear.

The Spades; led by Ace. A group made by the rebels, the rule breakers. Anyone who thought authority was bull.

The Hearts; led by Clara. A group dedicated to peacemaking and loving each other. They were probably the least intimidating of the four.

The Clubs; Zara led them. The group of analytics, of brainiacs with a manipulative side. Although they weren't in your face like the Spades, they were smarter.

The Diamonds; Conrad. The group of narcissistic pretty kids. The rich kids. The ones who thought they were Gods gift to the world.

Everyone seemed to make themselves apart of at least one of these groups. If not, you were an outcast. A joker. A wildcard.

But something is off about the Deck of Cards. Something more sinister than highschool cliques, and I was going to find out what it was. That is if I don't get killed first.