Madeline's POV:
There is never only one view on any series of events, only one perspective on a story or vantage point from which to tell a tale. What follows are some pivotal moments acted out through my eyes in my and Sarah's story:
The moment the teacher said no talking whatsoever my heartbeat quickened as if shocked by an electrical spark and I felt a queasiness rise in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't worried about talking to other people, as if I would want to when surrounded by this class of idiots, but I knew I couldn't survive a whole hour-long test without talking to myself. I don't really know why I talk to myself…it might be a sign of my growing insanity, or sometimes my head is just bursting with so many confusing thoughts that I need to say them out loud. Seeing as how I had no plans to die over my talking-out-loud habit, I quickly ripped off a piece of tape from within my desk and stuck it to my lips, taping them shut. Slightly ridiculous, I know, yet very effective. I finished the test with ease, and as I was imaging what my various classmates would look like dead, I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my skull, an itch as if someone was watching me. Turning around I saw who that someone was. A girl who sat a few desks away was blankly staring at me. I had seen her a few times before, but I don't really go out of my way to speak to people, unless, of course, they are irritating me meaning that I then have to tell them to back off. Her platinum-white hair was in long pinned pigtails, making her look too innocent for this school, and its bright hue was in stark contrast to her dark red eyes, now fixed on me. Suddenly, anger filled me as she continued to stare at me. Who did this girl think she was, watching me so intently as if she were trying to peer into my soul? I hate the people in this school, but I vowed to let them be as long as they didn't seek to irritate me, to get under my skin and probe what is within me. After I had glared outright at the girl for a few moments, she laid her head down on the desk, seemingly not affected by my hostile gaze. I frowned in confusion, normally people respond to my scathing looks by wincing,backing away, or at least averting their eyes uncomfortably from my own. This one didn't care. With that thought still resounding through my mind, I quickly moved my leg so the blood spurting from the first student killed didn't splash me.
I had assumed that I would never interact with this girl again. I mean if I have been able to seclude myself from the entire training class for as long as I have attended this school, continuing to ignore one more girl shouldn't be an issue. This supposition was wrecked as my foolish teacher paired her and I together for our final survival project, only a month after I had first seen her. However, instead of tearing each other's throats out as I thought would occur, we surprisingly traveled together well. She didn't even complain when I talked to myself. The only knot in our happy, if somewhat silent journey came with the arrival of the two Turks.