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║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 08 - 2027 ║
║ Friday║ 2nd Midnight ║
"Still not getting used to this, Fridays?" As I walked through the assembly halls once again, Serene asked me those queries like a normal kick starter yet I'm deadly sure inside her, she already knew the answer to those. She asked as if this were all perfectly normal. As if we were not dancing on the strings of puppeteers who cared nothing for our well-being.
As she walk together by me, side by side she playfully nudged me with her elbows while wearing a grin on her face — which probably pertains to the harsh truth that I am still not getting used to the wicked games that their institution has been forcing me to play with.
That's not entirely a lie though. She's right, she's always been right about this — I would never get used to the wicked games their school forced me to play, the lies they wove around me, binding me ever tighter in their web of deceit.
Never would I accept this place and its wicked games as anything other than a prison.
The norms of this place were never meant for me to comprehend. I was merely a pawn in their sinister schemes, moved across the board at their twisted pleasure. My life, my hopes, my dreams, all forfeit the moment I passed through the velvet gates that first day.
We were pawns in their twisted game, blindly following orders as our lives hung in the balance with every challenge met. Failure meant punishment, a new rule to learn, another piece of ourselves to sacrifice.
"You fucking bet, I will never," Sighing harshly like a worn-out cursing kid, I uttered as a simple answer to her query.
When I turned once again to the atmosphere of the same path I have been trudging through, that's when I realized that within this school of theirs — the shadows clung to the walls like grasping fingers, shrouded in mystery. These shadows lurked at the corners of my vision again today. Whispering and plotting, as they have done since I first set foot within these hallowed halls.
Now I wander the corridors like a lost soul, haunted by the echoes of laughter and screams that seem to emanate from the very walls themselves. Whispers of dark secrets and forbidden knowledge that were never meant for mortal minds.
Indeed, this place held secrets it did not readily give up. After all these past few days, I still found myself searching for answers in the empty halls, hoping against hope that I might uncover some clue to the dark workings of this place.
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Ruby Fridays
Mystery / ThrillerEveryone has their dark side but some- like 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, have the darkest. High school can be tough for many teenagers, but for her, it was peculiarly hellish. Clever as evil and twice as pretty, Ruby's beauty was both dangerous and leth...
