Clementine:
"You want to speak to the headmaster?" she asked slowly as she descended from the platform.
"Fine. The headmaster is exactly who you'll be dealing with from now on."
She stopped right in front of me. Fury bled from her eyes.
Then she spun around and stormed out with the others.
I knew where they were going. They'd call him here, thinking they could intimidate us into silence.
But we weren't leaving, not until answers were given.
"Alright," Troy said, facing all of us. "Keep calm. Every question you've been holding in, we're taking them straight to the headmaster."
We paced anxiously, rehearsing everything we needed to ask:
Why were criminals being sent North?
How were we being watched?
What else were they hiding?
And then there was my question, the one about the lurkers I'd seen there.
Suddenly the doors burst open. A wave of lurkers poured in.
