Jamie entered her classroom. It was just like a movie scene, everyone's eyes would be on you as you entered. The teacher - green eyes, black hair, lanky build, male - ignored her as she found her desk.
Her desk was situated next to the window. In front of her was Mel - notorious for sleeping with anyone that wanted some, behind her was Jordan - smart, but annoying, and on her right was Rei - the one who started it all.
Flinging her bag down, she sat down and waited for the teacher to take the roll. The desk, she noticed, was altered. Dark, black words looked at her as she read them. Not all of them. Just the few that caught her attention. It looked as if someone had decided to form a picture from the words...
As her teacher started to talk in a droning voice, Jamie's mind wandered. Her eyes glanced over the fields - there were hardly any grass, it was mainly dirt. Dirt. Lots of it.
Last time something had happened, the victim had been pushed into the dirt. There he was beaten and destroyed, all for messing with Rei.
Did the victim die? Yes. A few hours later from suffering third degree burns over half his body, even though he had been hospitalized.
Did anyone know other than the students? No. Rei's parents are the most influential. Disturbingly, the parents are mere puppets that follow Rei's every command. The students were too terrified to tell anyone, in case they were next. If they tried to quit... let's just say that Rei is very persuasive.
Jamie wasn't scared.
There was no need to bow down to Rei. There was no need to acknowledge him, or tell him how insane he was. He probably already knew.
Jamie could do whatever she wanted, but as long as she died after the 81 days... then all was 'well'.
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Green, green grass. Blue, black bruises.
No, Jamie fell. She didn't get beaten.
And as she woke for the next day, she knew that it was going to be hell surviving the next few weeks.
If she survived.
80 more days.
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