No One Ever Knew...

Piper just moved to her new school, and she is positive that there is something wrong with. The history of the school isn't the best, and the principal never comes out of his office. She is determined to figure out the secrets of this school, even if she has to die to figure it out.


1. The Boy

The last thing I want to do is go to this school. When I had seen it in the brochure, I saw a pretty elegant school. The grass was green, the sky blue, the children laughing, the black gate freshly polished with the tips of it very sharp. It was a dream school. That's how I knew that in real life, it was going to be horrible. 

In reality, the grass had lots of weeds in it. The black gates were rusted. Instead of lying on the ground, kids were huddled in corners, whispering--what about? I didn't know for sure. But the way they were looking and staring at me? I had a guess that it was about me. 

I walked up the crumbly old steps that lead to the door. I could feel their stares burning holes into the back of my neck. I was intimidated, which was uncommon for me. My blazer made my neck itch, the scratchy shirt made my skin burn, and the whooshy skirt tickled the back of my legs. I hated it. I hated it all. 

I licked my lips as I walked over the threshold, through the doors. The air was chilly, and everything was a deep burgundy red. It looked too grand to be a school, but that wasn't my problem. I just had to find a grown up so they could show me around. 

The hall seemed to be empty. My footsteps were loud and echoey, which gave me an eerie feeling. I felt so uncomfortable, I wanted to tell Mom to take me out, to let us move back. But I knew that wasn't possible. Mom couldn't afford the place we were at. It was way too expensive, and Mom now had a limited budget, with the divorce and all. 

I sighed, and my breath bounced from all sides of the wall, ringing in my ear. I wanted to run back out, but I couldn't. At my old school, if you showed your weakness, you were setting yourself up as a target for bullying. I wasn't too sure how this school worked, so I was just going to fake it till I make it. 

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.  What was that? I heard something, but I couldn't see what. I wanted to run, but I was paralyzed with fear. My eyes were starting to well up with tears, even though I tried to stop them. That's when a boy popped up in front of me. I could now move, now that I saw what it was. 

"Crying already, eh?" he said. 

"No!" I snapped. Then remembering to act cool, calm, and collected, I said, "I'm not. Wearing glasses can make your eyes burn, and that makes your eyes seem as if they are about to cry. You can ask anyone with glasses." 

"Mm-hm..." he said. I could tell he wasn't buying it. I was about to cry, and that was that. 

"You don't know anything about this school, kid?" he said. 

Kid? Was he calling me kid? He was no older than me, possibly even younger.

"No! Of course, I don't! I'm recently starting--if you were too idiotic to notice. And also! I don't appreciate being called kid."

"Then what's your name?"

"Piper. Yours?"


"Howard? Isn't that a last name."

"I'm not too fond of my first name, and Howard suits me better, don't ya think?"

I rolled my eyes. Already the first day of school, and I was already being pestered by some blockheaded boy who didn't know squat. I was so close to strangling him. But as the proper young lady that Mom wanted me to be, I had to stay calm, and grit my teeth into the best smile I could manage.

"I was wondering...since you're new and all..." he said. "Maybe...maybe you'd like to know more about the school. Eh?" 

I considered. I could either find a respectable adult or maybe trust this boy who looked like he could use a friend. I took a sigh, sucking in air through my nose, and blowing it in one strong blow out of my mouth. I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Who knows? Maybe he'll be useful in the near future. "Sure. And also, you say "eh" a lot."

He shrugged. "Eh." 

I rolled my eyes once again. I swear. By the time I'm done with this boy, my eyes will be too big for my face, the way he's making me roll my eyes, I thought. Still, for some reason, I didn't mind. Not one bit.








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