CHAPTER NINE

Max Girard was one of the first students to leave the auditorium when all was done. He wanted to avoid running into as many people as possible and that equalled him leaving as early as possible.

On the outside, the sun was shining even brighter than it had been when he went in. He couldn't think of any reason for this other than the fact that this was the part of Earth closest to hell.

Less than a minute after getting out, tons of students trooped out after him in what he would have called ‘deafening cacophonies.’

He looked around impatiently, searching for the guide that was said was going to take them to the important landmarks of the school.

When all the students were out and the sun had tanned his skin till it was brown like chocolate, a young man that looked like he was in his thirties appeared out of nowhere. He had a bushy moustache that kept his lips in obscurity and had long hair tied into a bun.