Queenie's POV I don't know how they could pull the strings to make the school believe that I'll be absent for months but now I know that adults really are such airhead humans with a dollar sign on their eyes, thirsty for wealth. It's been a week since they locked me up in this big dark room. Coldness is always present, I couldn't sleep knowing that I still haven't seen my little sister for days. My heart wants to dig its way out of my chest, just imagining how they're treating her. I would pray to the so-called ''god'' but since the early stage of my teen years, I've stopped having faith in him. How can he help when I never even once saw his form physically. He's just a big part of human belief since humans always search for someone who's superior to them. No one really proved that he

