The afternoon went on like that. I taught the team the new choreography I came up with when I got home early last time. Honestly, it went well even after that confrontation with Marcus. We were a team of skilled dancers. I’d be surprised if we weren’t. Ms. Lark won’t recruit those who aren’t capable enough to fit her standards. I hated Samantha, but she was the next best dancer in our team. I can’t really deny that just because I despised her.
I was on my way out of the building when I suddenly felt like I was being watched, but every time I tried to look - I see nothing but the light coming from the post.
I wasn’t scared.
The path I was taking was dark, but I wasn’t scared of the dark.
I was more scared of what I would do to that poor person if ever they attacked.
This was one of the
