Darren Stone rushed towards the massive colossal building, if he could call it that. It was humongous, with designs that jutted out dangerously, looking as it might fall and tumble on the people below it. It was his first year, or first day at SOTA. Darren couln't wait to attend his course on playing the piano. He wanted to pass his seventh grade! He was a favorite of his previous piano teachers, for he could play melodious music with graceful speed. He rushed past a woman talking loudly into her cellphone, obviously angry at the person on the other side of the phone. He rushed past her and into the large building itself.
Angelea Robinson, a make-up artist who was attending her final course on make-up technique shouted with all her might into the recipient's ear. She was hopping mad. Her brother once again broken something from her! This time, it was her fabulous pink nail polish that costed a bomb. It was of a popular color that ran out quickly and she couldn't bare to use it except yesterday at her best friend's wedding. Ugh! Angelea could think of all the things she'd do to her brother! First, he broke her laptop, then the necklace her uncle bought for her which consisted of blue sapphires! Then now? Her damned nail polish! Yes, the laptop was replaced by a new better one, and the sapphire necklace her uncle bought was repaired but obviously not as good. Angelea continued to rant about it into the recipient's ear. Above her, a screw slowly started to come out, and Angelea continued to shout loudly into her cellphone, under the screw.
Rachel Heighton was listening to the instructor on how to strike poses under light. She was bored beyond belief as the instructor did poses that enhance her figure under light. There would be a test tommorow at another art school, where they would be photographed in a glass box filled with dazzling lights while holding onto two light sticks powered by the generator. Rachel had an odd feeling about that, but dismissed the idea. She sighed as the instructor continued for like six hours.
Brandon Joverler and his best friend Keith Welter laughed merrily as they discussed jokes among themselves. They both met up last year, and got on pretty well. They were both taking violin lessons, at the same grade and had real girlfriends. Just then, Sharon Wilson and Janine Craine bumped into them at the corridor. All four were suprised that they met each other. Sharon started the conversation while they slowly walked to their respective classes.
"Hey, did you know that there's this new guy in art sculpture class I attend?"
"Yeah, I think his name was......Mitch Tanner!"
The four of them chatted as Janine went into her respective class, waving goodbye to her boyfriend Keith.
Mitch Tanner sighed as he saw a girl walked into the classroom, waving to two guys. He sighed again when the said girl waved at him. He slumped into his chair and shut his eye, thinking about his mother sending him off and driving away her car with his father. He really wanted his foster parents badly right now. He waited for the instructor to come and looked at the sharp, akward sculptures on the display cabinets.
Callie Tanner was only twenty-eight this year. Her adopted son, Mitch, knew about his adoption, but loved them to death. Her husband of five years, Ryan Tanner couldn't concive a child, but Callie still loved him. Callie checked her bag, realising she left her wallet behind. She sighed as she asked her husband to turn back, so she could retrive it. Ryan was twenty-nine and he really loved his wife dearly, willing to sacrifice his own life for her. He turned back and asked if he could follow her, which she obviously agreed to. They droove the car back, unwittingly back to death's trap....
A/N Notes: There are ten people surviving in this story, which takes place two years after the Wendy's incident. This is just a preview of my improved story writing skills, and the premonution comes in the next chapter. Guess who gets the prenomution! The deaths will be grosser and more ugly then the last story, so beware!