Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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A/N : This chapter deals with talks of Faith, as in.. like a heated debate type thing, so it is totally fine if you find it difficult to read. I don't think it will be too deep at all, in fact there are plenty of points not mentioned but, you can skip that part when it comes! All my love💕
October 10th
MR RENTIS CLAPPED HIS HANDS TOGETHER LOUDLY, AN EXCITED SMILE FILLED HIS USUAL MISCHIEVOUS COUNTENANCE. HIS FINGERS WERE CHARRED WITH WHITE CHALK DUST AS HE TURNED FROM THE BLACKBOARD.
A low humming came from the students as they assessed what lay exposed on the board. Scrawled in his beautiful, almost Victorian writings were the bold words:
POWER AND ITS POTENCY : WHEN ETHCIS ARE OPTIONAL.
He let their minds whiz for a moment before deepening his grin, rolling up his sleeves even in the cold room, he sat atop his table. Other students were scattered around the room on their tables as well.
Do not let the fallacious belief that the room's sudden casual seating arrangements, meant just idle conversation, the students would be deluding themselves.
"Alexander The Great,
Julius Caesar,
Winston Churchill... .
Plato.
um- George Washington and so on.
What do these major historical players have in common based on our topic? Hands up!" Mr. Rentis bellowed.
Immediately hands shot up through the room, some practically falling off of their seats in anticipation to answer hi-
"All those so called "major players" you mentioned were white and male." Serafina groused, her back resting against the wall and her body sat atop a long table alone.
The boys in the room groaned and rolled their eyes, slouching.
