"RAIYHAN VENTI! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW BOY! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU
BLASTED STORM SPIRT?" Yelled Khione, fuming.
Raiyhan ran down a corridor, laughing so hard that tears streamed
out of his grey eyes.
"RAIYHAN....YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"
He skidded to a halt at the end of the corridor, it was a dead
end.
"Shoot." He muttered.
Khione stormed up to him. "Well! What do you have to say for
yourself young man?"
He bowed his head. "Sorry Headmistress...."
Khione pursed her lips. "Very well. I think this will be a
detention for you today. I don't care that it is your first day.
What you did is unacceptable."
She walked away.
Raiyhan smirked and walked away. He came across a group of
girls...
(This is your cue Sere, he can see Isla and Seara).
Isla looked up at Seara, her hands on her hips. "So? Say we take
this outside?"
Seara sneered. "You worried that people won't see you and scrape
your pulp off the ground if we fight in seclusion."
Isla's eyes glittered dangerously. "On the contrary, I'm thinking
in your interest. Are you sure that you'd prefer your blood to
stain the carpet and get your prissy little family in trouble for
wrecking school property?"
Seara scoffed. Isla stood on tiptoe and met Seara's eyes.
And then they both noticed Raiyhan.
"Who in the Gods' names is that?" they said simultaneously.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Uh, no. I'd prefer not to stay out of this. I'd prefer it
if I could actually create some chaos, rather than watching you two
stare at each other. It's kind of weird...."
He splayed his hands and sent gusts of wind at the two, and
laughed.
Isla hissed and staggered back a few steps. Her eyes went very wide
and her arms flew up to rub them. But, her eyes still hidden, she
smiled. And then laughed. "Do you really think I need my
sight?"
Suddenly, with a flash of fabric, a red-plaid puppet flicked off
the light switch and darkness enveloped the room.
Seara lit a lamp that they now clutched in their right hand.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Okay! Jeez, calm down, sweetheart. I quit. You win. Just...don't
do any creepy voodoo magic on me, ya hear me?" He kneeled down,
hands over his head.
"Oh and...creepy puppet you got there. It's....uh...spooky....?" He
muttered.
Raiyhan chuckled.
"This has been an eventful first day, I can tell ya. First being
yelled at by Miss, and now being attacked...wow...out of my
previous schools, this takes the biscuit."