II

*THE NEXT DAY...*

Gillian and I woke up, looking clearly tired from what we were doing last night. I just hope that we didn’t get caught... I really don’t want them to confiscate my Ouija board. We had a shower (but not together), brushed our teeth, did our hair and had a quick breakfast. Gillian and I finished all the stuff just on time and exited the dorm. We met up with our other friend, Ciara Hancock, whose dorm is next door to ours. She also shares it with that random geek girl that sits at the front of the class.

“So, how was last night for you guys?” Ciara asked.

“It was fine, but so tiring. Raven here was practising with her Ouija board. I swear, she is addicted to it. I might’ve fuelled a hidden addiction by giving it to her for her birthday...” Gillian replied.

“How about you?” I asked Ciara. “How did your night go?”

“It sucked. That geeky girl that sits in the front of the class, I think her name was Natalie; she was talking about maths or something. I was trying to beat my high score on Candy Crush and Mrs. Birdwood caught us! So my phone got confiscated, no thanks to her loud talking...” Ciara explained. Gillian and I just nodded. Ciara is quite a chatterbox and she always plays Candy Crush, anywhere, anytime.

“And I was, like, THIS close to beating my high score. Why did she have to talk so fricking loud? And then...” Ciara continued. Gillian and I were trying to look interested. “How the hell that girl’s a really powerful voodooist I will never know...”

As we were walking down the hall, there were some students being dragged out of classes. Well, actually, more like manhandled. There were men in dark suits dragging them out and everyone was hiding. Oh no. Not this again. This happens quite a lot. Sometimes, we get discovered and the people that don’t hide are dragged out to be either persecuted or sold into slavery.

The students tried to break free from the grip of the men, but most failed. One succeeded, but, she got shot by one of the men. He was tall and well-built. The girl was instantly dead.

Those bastards finally left. When they left, everyone went out of their hiding spot sand carried on with whatever they were doing. A boy and a girl came out of hiding and went over to the girl’s body. The girl was sobbing uncontrollably and they boy was trying to hold back the tears, but shed a few manly tears.

“Sigh, this is getting old” Ciara said, yawning. Gillian was snacking compulsively; this is how she deals with stress. I was enraged by what happened.

“WHAT THE HELL HAS THESE SONS OF A BITCH GOT AGAINST US, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE DIFFERENT?! ONE DAY... SOMEONE’S GOING TO STAND UP AGAINST THEM...” I mentally shouted. I hate them so much, after what they did to my parents...

“Guys, I’m gonna skip school. Cover for me, okay?” I asked my friends.

“Um, what?” Gillian asked, swallowing her food. I wanted to skip school to get justice for Layla’s death. I needed a distraction; something else to think about.

“Oh, um, just some business” I replied. They didn’t ask any more questions and just agreed to cover for me. That’s what I love about my friends; they just accept all my crazy plans and don’t question anything.

So I went to my dorm and put some pillows under the blankets of my bunk to make it look like I was in bed. After that, I teleported out of the building using my powers.

Problem is, I can’t use magic to prove who killed Layla because that’d be a suicide mission. No, I have to use evidence. Luckily, I have a friend who can possibly help...