Svetlana woke up with a jolt, almost like she’s having a bad dream about being breathless as she gasps for air. The memory of what happened came back to her and she winces when the itchiness all over her face and body made itself known again the moment her memory flashed in her mind.       She avoided scratching it because the rashes and red blotches will only get worse if she does. She’s allergic to chicken and she had eaten enough of it to trigger severe allergic reaction.       She’s parched, her throat and tongue feel so dry and a

     He freed Svetlana out of his hold when she gestured to him to let her out of his embrace. The look on her face showed that she’s still really shaken after falling like that but she had composed herself and had stopped trembling. She smiled at Ahrio, her way of telling him it’s alright and to just let things slide.       Ahrio gave Draco one last warning look that could have send anyone trembling in fear. Draco’s smirk fades and he moved farther away from him to the other side.       “W

     It was raining heavily that night. Young, twelve-year-old Ahrio woke up because of the booming sound of thunder followed by a series of lightning that tore through the sky, lighting up the darkness every now and then.       He sat up from bed, rubbing his eyes and blinking in the darkness that surrounds his room. He feels thirsty so he flipped the blanket off of his body and got up from bed. He padded down the stairs to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water.    

     The first thing Andrik, Blaize and Zayden notice when they woke up the next morning is Ahrio’s disappearance. His bed is not made up yet and he’s nowhere inside the room.       “Have you seen him?” Andrik asked, looking at Ahrio’s still ruffled bed.      “Nope. He must be with Svetlana?” Zayden replied, unsure of what he just said.

     People might think that being smart hands you an easier way of living but for Minerva, it was never the case. She’s constantly bullied in school for being a “know-it-all" as they had labelled her even when she’s not shaming others for being stupid. She gets hate and gets bullied because she’s a nerd and she look like one.       She kicked the stone off the pavements to release some of her pent-up frustration. She did it again after a few steps when she saw another stone but this time it hit someone’s black shoe. Her eyes traced the person’s body from his shoe up his leg, his upper body and his face. Minerva’s blood run cold and her face paled when she saw five men in front of her.