Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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1st October
THE WHISPERS HAD NOT STOPPED AND THE MAN HAD NOT CEASED HIS STARING.
She had heard them for days up till this point.
And they continued on.
Alifa Océane was hearing and seeing things.
Double Whammy!
She clutched her ears tightly as the whispers bombarded her auditory senses. They were indecipherable for the most part. She chalked it off to " ramblings" and nothing more, except from time to time when the one word(or thought or whisper... she still was unsure ) pushed through the ramblings, so loud and clear.
Zola.
Succinct and definitive. As loud as a heartbeat, just under her consciousness. But always loud enough to be heard. And felt.
Zola.
The only thing rivalling that forsaken name, were the blaring eyes of the sick man.
Alifa, surprising herself , was strangely calm.
After the trip, he showed up just about everywhere she went. In classes, during meetings, while she studied, and when she slept.
Ha!
She didn't sleep, she sure as heck did not sleep.
He was a respectful phantom thingy guy. He never was in the bathroom when she was in it.
As far as soap in her eyes would reveal.
Or when she prayed.
In fact, any semblance of warmth and sanity she once had, returned when she did pray and so, she found herself whispering "Blood of Jesus" much more, like her mother would throughout the days.
