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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October 16th
HENDRY DUBOIS ' SIGNATURE BORED LOOK HAD FINALLY RETURNED.
IT HAD BEEN A WHILE.
He scratched his throat and coughed. His large palms rubbed against each other as he blew hot air into them.
He should have brought gloves.
His left foot begun to tap rapidly and he found himself bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Warm up.
Yeah.... just warming up.
Hendry Dubois awkwardly jogged on the spot, by the back opening of the school towards the forest.
He checked his exorbitant sports watch once more before shaking his head and making a mental note to not check it again.
Alifa Océane was late.
Or simply not coming,
perhaps dead,
it was a possibility.
He didn't know.
Alifa hadn't attended their shared Philosophy and Ethics class. Or any of her other Friday Morning classes from his sources apparently.
Even Ms. Lancaster, her Advanced Lit teacher had interrupted the class in search of her, before taking Mr. Rentis for a rather long chat in the back room.
Hendry could have asked Aria Viron and Nikita A-
Nope,
nope.
There's no need.
They set a time, she said she'd be there and -
no shedidn't. You coerced her.
The true mark of a Dubois.
Or , the mark of someone else. Something else entirely.
I'd take a chance on that.
A chance on h-
Hendry shook his head. If the boyos got even the faintest whiff of his mental state right now... they'd force the next steps of that deplorable stupid Section Four.
