Jordan
I got removed from prison and got taken along with Saint to his house. All of this wouldn't have been possible if he wasn't someone very influential. I didn't know why he actually went into hiding all this time but I felt like that was something he wasn't interested in revealing. He was the smartest amongst my mum's family and I guess it made sense why him and my mum never got along, cause they were so different from each other.
Saint actually has a heart, but my parents? Completely heartless.
My parents were brainiacs, and so were my three older siblings. Compared to them, I was average, very basic and ordinary. Which was why my parents never loved me since I could remember.
They tolerated me just fine and threw me into boarding schools as soon as I was old enough, while they showered my elder siblings with all their love and attention since those ones were perfect.
My parents gave birth to four boys, me included, being the youngest.
The first three kids were perfect, they were brainiacs like my parents, they had extremely high IQs, they were tall, buff, handsome and confident.
While I was everything they weren't. I wasn't a gifted kid, my IQ was average, my height was below average for a guy, instead of a buff body, I got a slim build, and to top it all, I was extremely introverted.
So of course my parents hated me. They made sure to not be seen in public with me, which was why there were literally no pictures of me included in all my family's joint pictures online. In fact, a lot of people didn't know I was Mr and Mrs Drew child, which I sometimes liked, because at least that way I didn't have to live up to the high standards people automatically expect as soon as they know I was related to my parents.
As I had dinner with Saint that night, he told me he was already processing my enrollment into Ghosthurl, and that I'd be good to go in a day.
That night, I laid awake thinking about my best friend. My best friend and I had been friends for over a decade. He was the only one who knew of my family issues, and he loved me, accepted me wholeheartedly and has never judged me before.
I sobbed quietly as pain gripped me.
I didn't know what to expect in Ghosthurl, but I was gonna try everything in me to get justice for my best friend no matter how long it took.
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"Can I visit my friend's grave before we go?" I asked quietly. I was sitting in the passenger seat of saint's car and we were about to leave for Ghosthurl, with everything I'd need in the back seat. I had been unable to stop thanking him after seeing the amount of things he got in preparation for my enrollment, especially because he definitely didn't have to.
He assured me that he didn't mind and that he was doing this because his best friend got killed unfairly like how I almost got killed as well. The reason he took me under his care was because he was also determined to dig out whoever the killer was, because this case was very similar to the one that took his best friend's life many years ago.
He told me we unfortunately couldn't stop by Rory's grave because of the court's orders and that broke my heart because I really hoped I'd be able to say a last goodbye to him before I got into Ghosthurl.
The drive to the school was quite far and when we finally got there, I was hyperventilating again and had to focus on counting the numbers of hairs I could touch on my skin before it finally ebbed away.
"We'll figure it out, kid. Okay?" He egarded me with a slightly pitiful expression that made my stomach twist because I disliked being pitied.
We got into the school's entrance and on getting to another larger entrance inside the compound, we were told that Saint couldn't go any further, and I got teary against my will as I turned towards him.
He gripped my shoulders firmly. "It's gonna be okay, hm? I'll come visit, and it will be alright. The years would fly by before you know it." He assured me and I badly wanted a hug right now but I was unsure of how to ask for it. I've always been self conscious about needing physical contact than other boys I know.
The only person I could be fully comfortable around was my best friend, who was now dead.
I exhaled shakily and stepped back, wearing a smile which felt strained as I bid him goodbye.
"Stay safe, pookie." He called out and then he turned around and left, leaving me to walk the rest of this journey on my own.
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I stood outside my dorm room, taking in a long breath. The hallway of this current floor was silent and I wondered if any of the students were in. This was the silver dorm. It was in the middle of the rich and the poor.
The dorms were ranked by wealth and reputation, I had quickly figured that out after asking the person who took in my details, a few questions.
Bronze was for the poorest, silver was for the average. Gold was for the rich. As for platinum, it was for people with not just wealth, but powerful connections and reputations.
Saint had purposely placed me in the silver dorms so I wouldn't stand out, and I was very relieved for that.
I have yet to come across any student since I was here hours ago, running through some paperworks and receiving a run down of this school, along with a key to a room which I'd be sharing with someone.
On getting to the room, I stood before it for over five minutes, and my heart raced fast as I finally knocked. After waiting for another five minutes, I used my new keys to get in.
My breath hitched and I was prepared for the worst.
I didn't know what to expect, but since everyone here was supposedly sick in the head, I expected to step into a pool of blood or bloodied chopped up limbs laying around.
But there was none of that. The entire place looked fairly normal, and my roommate was nowhere to be found. I was relieved about that and hurriedly took the bedroom assigned to me, locking the door after me and slumping against it.
This place looks normal. Perhaps I've really just been over thinking it. And clearly those rumors weren't real as well so far.
What could go wrong?