I know I haven't updated this story in like forever so please don't get mad at me. I wanted to make it just as good as the other stories from Zach's point of view plus school has started up and geometry as an 8th grader isn't fun. Also dance has started up and we had a seating test in orchrestra and I wanted to get 1st chair cello really bad and the extra practicing paid off. So anyways let's do the disclaimer
Rebecca: First CHANGE IT TO BEX and oh Balletdancer5678 doesn't own the books and stuff.
Me: OW OW OW ok changing it
Bex: Thank you!
Their school looked like castle compared to Blackthorne. It was meant for keeping people out, keeping people like us out. It was pretty obvious they had a total different cover then ours. We arrived late at night or was it really early in the morning? I'm pretty sure Dr. Steve has bladder issues because he was in the bus' "bathroom" pretty much the whole time. How that guy got a job at Blackthorne? I'll never know. We were escorted to our temporary bedrooms. We had to make with the hospital corners just to plop right into them and sleep. On the desks next our beds were neatly stacked school supplies. Crisp clean college ruled notebooks, mechanical pencils still in the packaging, perfectly new folders, and a couple of packs of college ruled loose leaf paper.
Figures I thought, we weren't going to be allowed to put notes in the same notebooks from Blackthorne. (Especially since it contained some information that probably isn't taught at Gallagher, if you know what I mean.) That night I had the nightmares again, the nightmares that only I know I have. It was always the same couple nightmares, but I couldn't call them nightmares because it was my life. The circus music blared through the crowd of people. Sadly, by then I already knew about the circle. Catherine had told me to wait by the cotton candy vendor as she gave me some cotton candy and ruffled my hair. Right then it seemed like we were normal for a split second. A woman had just dropped her purse as a man bent down to help her clean it up. There was a girl that looked like to be my age but I couldn't see her face as then her dad and she walked away. The lady had went past an alley as someone grabbed her and I heard a faint shot. The dream quickly changed to me as I saw my dog Sparky, I know very original name.
Catherine had told me I had to take care of him but not to get attached to him. Well as a five year old I did. My hands trembled as I held a gun. Catherine cooed, "Now Zach, shoot." With my eyes closed shut closed I felt my fingers hit the trigger. That was the last time I felt emotions towards anything or anyone. Finally my dream changed to the last one, we were in a safe house, I'm not sure where though. I looked out the window as I saw two men pulling a body bag and dropping it into a pit in the ground. I wondered what had he done to deserve such a fate. Catherine seemed to read my thoughts as she said, "That's what happens to spies who don't talk, Zach. He was a threat we had disposed of."
I woke up exactly at 3:00 am. I sat up as Grant and Jonas both got up a couple of minutes later. We stared at each other dumbfounded.
"No drills?" Jonas wondered aloud.
"I guess not," I responded as I made my way up to the window and looked out of it.
"What should we do with a few extra hours?" I asked not really wanting an answer, it was more like a rhetorical question.
"Sleep," Grant moaned as he assumed his sleeping position, where if you tried to wake him up you would get a black eye. That is known from an eye witness account of watching Jonas trying to wake him up.
"Study, maybe try to break into their Gallagher's records," Jonas said as he opened his lap top.
With Jonas' head stuck in his lap top and Grant snoring away I snuck away pretty easily. I wandered the halls and kept expecting to see girls outside running drills as I looked at the window. From the stained glass windows to the display cases I knew I didn't fit in here. There in the distance glowed Gillian Gallagher's Sword and as I stared at in the distance again I was reminded I didn't belong here. After three hours, twenty-nine minutes, and seven seconds I realized I was hearing commotion and that was how long I was continuously reminded I didn't belong there. That I belonged at Blackthorne, that I didn't belong at all anywhere near the still living legend of Gillian Gallagher. That if Gillian Gallagher was still alive I would probably be beheaded just like Ioesph Cavan. I headed my way up to our make shift bedrooms and got ready for the day. I opened the door to see Grant and Jonas there and pretty mad.
"Where were you?"
Great, we haven't even met the girls and they are started to act like ones.
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