With the memories of my past year here, I went to the principal’s office without getting lost. After having a few words with the principal, he dismissed me and his secretary guided me to a middle aged male teacher.
“ I am pleased to meet you, Miss Pike. I am called Professor Leon. Class is about to start soon so let’s go,” with a handshake, he led me to my new class.
My name was written on the whiteboard. As Professor Leon introducing me to the class, I noticed that the teens in the class have different kinds of expression on their face. Most looked like they were anticipating something, some gave out the aura of fear and some emitted the aura of evil.
What is wrong with this class?
“Miss Pike, your seat is over there, near to the window.”
I spotted an empty seat at the middle of the last row, the same as my seat at Mist Wood. I smiled and walked towards my seat. As I was about to walk past a girl’s seat, I noticed that she was smiling, a smile full of wicked intention.
My suspicion was correct. She suddenly place one of her leg out as I was about to cross her path. If my plan was not to attract any attention I would have jumped into the air and beautifully avoid the shame. But no. I must not make myself the center of the attention.
So I choose the least attention. I let myself tripped and fell down. The whole class laughed at my fall and professor quickly does his job, hushed the students. I pretended to be ashamed. I quickly get up, avoiding the girl’s victory smirk and sat down on my seat. She must be thinking that I am afraid of her but I am not. Instead I feel something from her. Just now, when my skin touched hers, I feel something.
Tiny presence of wickedness can be sense from her.
First day of school and already I found a tiny lead to the job I am assigned in. but is she involved with the mixer that went missing two years ago? If the answer is yes, then what is her plan?
Sigh. Thinking always gave me headache.
“Students, open textbook page 243. Do you know that in the 18th century…” Professor Leon who teaches history started his lesson.
I would have listened to his explanation, if the girl had not caught my attention. She has long straight brown hair and she can be a model, with that attractive body of hers. Her face I cannot describe for I did not look into her eyes just now for I was pretending to be scared of her. She was passing a note to another girl next to her. I pretended to read the textbook in front of me, but I know that the content in the note has something to do with me for I can feel their stare after they read the note. Seems like they are going to hunt down their prey and their prey is me.
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