"To assess the quality of thoughts of people, don't listen to their words, but watch their actions." – Amit Kalantri
Lyra
As I took my first step into the school I dreaded, I instantly changed my attitude from Lyra Wren to Vesper Hale, the girl who would be invisible but dangerous. The green snake is in green grass. I was about to turn when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked back to see it was a boy, probably my age or a few years older than me, saying, "Miss Hale, correct? I have come to collect your bags and drop them off in your dorm room. Your dorm key at Blackstone Academy is a swipe card that contains all of your information- including your picture, age, and class schedule, as well as your fingerprint and iris scans for maximum security. You can acquire your key from the front desk in the reception, which is the third hall to your right". Hmmmmm. Maximum security? More like 'so students are tracked'. "Thank you," I said as he whisked my bags away.
I was on my way to the front desk when I had this crawling feeling that someone was watching me. I subtly turned my face and locked eyes with Rowan Crest- 6'3", 17, long inky black hair that has streaks of white in it, and could form a man bun. Tanned skin with a V-line jaw that could cut even the hardest edges. Fingers clenched as if he was remembering a terrifying memory he wished to eviscerate from his mind. He was with his semi-rimless glasses today. What a coincidence, the tabs I kept on him showed that he was at Northwestern High. I smirked. Victim one found. Now it's time for him to be stalked. But Rowan doesn't look like the boy I met. Immediately, my piercing green eyes met his dark grey ones, and I knew something was terribly off.
His dark grey eyes whispered secrets, their depths shrouded in mystery. Crimson threads streaked the vitreous humor, like a blood moon appearing in a dark, stormy sky. Midnight-blue irises, dilated and absorbing, but I saw past his façade and was met with eyes that whispered of a warzone, of eyes that said too much for just a 17-year-old boy, of eyes that looked like he's clinging to his last lifeline, of eyes that looked too tired for a 17-year-old, of skin around his eyes that was smooth but shadows of eye bags crept underneath them. I would uncover the truth, peel off his façade layer by layer, even if it kills me, and expose his vulnerabilities, no matter how much he buried them deep inside his mind. My wheels of revenge were already turning, and he was about to get caught in the avalanche.
He was the first to break up the intense eye contact, as I smirked and walked away. Rowan Crest would never foresee what I would do to him. As I walked to the hall, I began making a mental list of everything I've uncovered about Rowan, but no one could be related to why he seemed so troubled. Was there something that his father was hiding? My mind instantly went to the death of Rowan's mother when he was 12 years old, but what does that have to do with anything? As I reached the front desk, I immediately saw my key card on the table, and I swiped it and walked to the girls' dormitory. In this school, the girls' dorm and the boys' dorm were completely different buildings. The girls' dorm was named 'Wisteria Hall'. Sounds too light for a school that exudes darkness. The boys' dorm was named 'Hawthorne Hall'.
This school seems to take pride in its fancy image, from what I've seen. I walked to my dorm, and it was strange how no students were walking around, almost as if the school were a ghost town. The hall was as ordinary as any other hall, but I had the distinct feeling that the school was alive, watching me, waiting for me to commit my first act of vengeance. I waved the feeling off. The floor was spotless- glossy black that I could see my distorted reflection in it. I swiped my keycard on my dorm card reader, and the door automatically opened. I took my first step into the room that solidified my becoming of Vesper Hale.
The room was black, like the rest of the school, which is fine since I never planned on decorating it. I quickly installed my weapon and map holder near a space close to the left-hand corner of the hall. The vault looked more like a mini fridge than a weapons closet, and that was what I was aiming for. I brought out my hook knife and placed one under my pillow just in case, brought out my map of the school and pinned it to my wall, pictures of Rowan, his father, his mother, their business, and their partners.
I brought out pictures of my soon-to-be victims and smirked as I saw the first name there- Kael Rylan, the policeman who is probably even more corrupt than Mr. Eden Crest. He would suffer for what he did to me soon enough. I'll bid my time, watch him, then wait until he's alone and make him pay. I set up my numerous laptops and screens on my reading desk. I watched as they all turned on to reveal all areas of the school, my different victims. I need to start adding microphones and cameras in this school very soon, though. Things are about to get interesting in this school. I'll make sure of it.