"What... did he say?" he queried, enunciating his words with difficulty. Surely, it must be a jest, he countered inwardly. Was his day not already fraught with enough tribulations? Perhaps it was another Dahioh he had referred to when he mentioned having to attend to matters at his institution of learning. The principal named Sak scowled at the anxiety of one of the finest pupils he had ever taught. "May I ask if thou art acquainted with her?" "No..." he replied, casting a fleeting glance at Rebekah, who was whispering to him, inquiring about the situation. "No, sir," he coughed. "I do not know her. But... may I be permitted to use the lavatory?" "After the new student arrives," the principal retorted, and Elijah persisted. "Very well," he acceded, with a resigned air. "Go ahead and do not tarry," he added, and Elijah rose from his seat and exited the classroom. Being outside he walked straight to the rectory looking out of the window at the girl who seemed to be talking animatedl

I was starting to wonder if it would be wrong to do the same thing to Jahjah that they did to Judas. Would that be wrong? Because if it is, then all the more reason for me to do it. I was getting irritated with him. Every time I said something that I knew was true and he wanted to deny it, he would argue back. He was really getting on my nerves. Ever since I met him, he's been a pain. His brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled, and his deep voice demanded a response. To be honest, it was the only time I could hear a hint of manliness in his voice. Although, on second thought, not even when he's angry does it come out. Should I tell him that? That I think his voice lacks masculinity? I swear I'm going to do it. - March 1, on what would be another day where I make life miserable for the blondie. After class ended and the break began, the twins were on campus with their friends talking to the rest of the students about the new girl in their class. Practically everyone in the school, including

He was consumed by a flood of emotions - sadness, hatred, anger, and disappointment - followed by a sense of relief and peace since he hadn't heard from Melia since that day. Days passed and he felt worse than ever. Jackson Park continued to torment him, and he couldn't take his frustrations out on Melia like he wanted to. So he looked for a shortcut - he turned to watching snow movies. Rebekah and Fox ignored him more than he had expected. It hurt him deeply. He understood Rebekah's neutral tone when she told him to stay away, and he stopped trying to seek further explanation. But when he realized that Fox was also ignoring him, it made him feel even worse. He had thought that, as Fox had said, he wouldn't stop being with him, but that was not the case. On top of everything, he had to endure incessant questioning from his parents and siblings about the mark on his neck, which he couldn't cover no matter how hard he tried. It was indeed the mark of anger - a reminder of his rage an

The investigation into what had happened to student Helena Chantai at London's main institute remained unresolved, despite weeks of arduous efforts. During this time, the entire institute was in mourning, and Elijah did not attend classes. Everyone was still reeling from the shock of what had transpired. Helena's parents were inconsolable, consumed by both grief and anger towards the unknown assailant who had taken their only daughter from them. Despite the passage of time, no fixed date had been set for the resumption of classes. The teachers were still affected by what had happened to Helena, and their minds were not focused on teaching. The only thing the students knew was that Helena's body still remained in the morgue. Her parents refused to lay her to rest until they could find some indication of who was responsible for her death. The morgue staff had conducted numerous studies, but so far there was no trace of who had committed the heinous act. This only added to their despe

More than just a perfect melody from the piano, it reached his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, his sleepy gaze wandering aimlessly around the ceiling. He stretched out a bit and ran his hands over his face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. But like the first time, he didn't want to leave those soft sheets that made him feel even sleepier. He let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his thighs and holding his face with his hands.Yesterday was a day of so much truth that he couldn't believe he was still there - in that mansion surrounded by beings who were anything but normal. People he thought he knew turned out to be completely different, like Fox, who was following Rebekah.He knew he had to talk to them, but it was the last thing he wanted. And he definitely didn't want to see the smug look on her face when he apologized for everything he said to her weeks ago. He didn't want to give Melia that satisfaction."She didn't merit his apol