ven I never though I would use to portray myself as. I was cowardly enough to escape, but was also brave enough to start a new life...I just wanted so

es were ridiculous and people here were weirder than weird. All week long, all they could do was gawk at me wherever I went. As if I were an extinct breed

s will slowly come around as time pas

because I didn't share their interest, as they turned their backs on me; I realized there will be no one to fend for you but yourself in the end. Once upon a time I thought, how long I could keep up the act of being tough and hiding the pain, but then one

, people still did not stop their enquiry of me but at worst, there

t have had an imagination bypass, but then isn't that the education system all over? Fill our minds w

my seat, my mind fina

I heard the annoying voice of D

stly, I had nothing against the girl. But was it that hard for p

didn't know you were in A

from this conspiring world, the classroom door

ged spread that he could have had at his age. He was dressed in a classic neatly pressed grey suit with a black tie over a p

e sweep, his stormy eyes settl

erberated throughout the room and a weak 'g

her smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever seen one wear, for a man. He bend his lips into a toothy smile. The smile never left his face as he went thr

room with a cracking boom. All heads in the room snapped to his direction including Mr. Mier

twitched, as if in irritation but there was also a kooky flicker in them. And now I could see all the small details I missed out before. I saw the reluctance of his lips to be moulded widely

seat when they unwittingly met mine, and in an instant they recoiled with hateful disdain. I, in turn was left dumbfounded, my stomach twisting every bit as badly as meeting a stranger after dark. What was wrong with this guy? He walked towards me, taking long fast strides yet fluid in their movement. I held his gaze as my heart picked up speed, beating faster than a rabbit's in fear. I di

thriving entry," Dilyla Adwell whispe

t to look straight at her and

d you the last time we met?" I let out an awkward smile because honestly, I didn't know what else to do. I mean forget about

ou think Eric Warnard should be rotting in detention by now with the stunt he pulled just then, con

ents of Verona were strictly supervised and they were more so very obedien

r and all, but even he has his limits. It's

?" I scowled at h

fter class." She

ence and turned into an advantage for himself, but not through belittling them or stamping authority. He took in their behaviour and resort

eat with my bag pack over my shoulders and was about to make a run to the wash

and fat children with wings looking down upon us from every angle; but the painting within dominated the entire panorama. Each stroke had a smudging quality that rendered the image watery, like a reflection in a rippled puddle. Every colour so bright and bold and painted with such precise lines tha

War

sperately scrambling to make sense of it all as

ed me with her elbow to

l I could say. Really! What

oom. Did you forget already? You seem to have a pretty weak memory." S

derstand why his photo is framed

ok her head in denial and I couldn't help

!" I frowned, confus

I'm saying that this guy in the pic

matter how you look at it, this guy is definitely Eric Warnard. Maybe the hairstyle is a

This painting was painted about three hundred years ago. A

are you g

at great grandfather, Ian Benjamin Warnard. The founder and chief sponsor of

e? He looks exactly

s and pale skin. People say that the Warnards have a very strong paternal gene, but I beg to differ. It seems so unlikely that all the heirs of the Warnards looks almost identical and there were only boys born to the family since the last four generations. Don't you think

at grandfather, but it was weirder that he didn't have a death date. Everyone else did. 'Is he immortal o

d Dilyla as she waved her hands franticall

ow and I don't wanna end up in the detention room again," I rambled a

me any good. As the saying go