Perverted Academy

Chapter 2. The perverted Academy

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Students fled to their classroom when they hear Mrs Halls's shoes echoing in the hall approaching their corridor. She was well known by the students for her cruelness and her no tolerance for the slightest form of imperfection.

When Mrs Halls arrived, the corridors were empty as in a graveyard, as if no one had ventured into the corridors, the only living evidence that betrayed them is their footprints, that's how vigilant Mrs Halls is.

The students ran quietly to their seats, everyone claimed busy at that moment, others were flipping pages back and forth claiming seriousness, while waiting for Mrs Halls to get into their class, as usual, she would enter with her horrifying glance, but this time she wasn't alone, she had some company something which rarely came about.

Mrs Halls barged into the classroom as the students excepted her to, but this time with a very beautiful frightened young girl. The young girl nervously arch her head to one side as she gently scratched two-dot marks on her neck, it turned into a reflex action that occurred whenever she got stressed or anxious.

“Good Morning Mrs Alberta Halls!” they all stood up in reverence to the principal of the ‘Perverted Academy’ and also to the weirdest creature Mr, Alberta Halls, founder and creator of the Academy.

“Oh, well! You all seat!” she waved them down with a malicious smile “today we’re welcoming a new student and a recruit to the Academy!” she announced with a huge smile of satisfaction, she loved having new members at her school.

“Her name is Nadia Houston, she's from the saint Maria’s orphanage!” she added.

Once Mrs Halls uttered the word “orphanage” the young girl’s shoulders slumped miserably. Little did she know that it was the beginning of her sufferings.

However, the young Nadia was pleased to finally have a place where she could sleep. She was also grateful to have a shield such as Mrs Alberta, who she believed will be as kind as Miss Helen was!. She was missing Helen already, she already missed her warmth, sweet embrace and her words of advice.

Her world of warmth was detached as she noticed how the whispers from the students became loud and this put her in an uncomfortable spot. While the class became noisy with students murmuring amongst themselves, this intimidated Nadia which made her curl behind Mrs Halls like a tortoise curling back into its shell. She was nervous.

“Silence! and welcome our new, recruit!” Mrs Halls uttered these words while brutally hitting a student on the nose with her stick, the student was busily gossiping in her presence and as usual Mrs Halls being Mrs Halls reacts in her way. All the other students stood quiet gazing as blood was oozing from the young guy's nose as they all recited...

“Welcome Nadia Houston!” some made a mockery out of it, while a few were still terrified by Mrs Halls's wickedness.

The so-called ‘welcome’ was meant to comfort the young girl, but in vain, instead, they gave rise to more terror and anguish in the young and naive Nadia, who was surprised as to how Mrs Halls reacted towards the student and even his condition gave her no remorse at all.

While the young boy was still crying, holding his nose with both hands and trying to stop the blood from oozing in silence.

Young Nadia felt pity for the boy so she tried to sympathise with him. She peeped at Mrs Halls who was busily talking to the class, then she discreetly passed over her handkerchief to the boy who was about to seize it from her when Mrs Halls hit him again on the hand without glimpsing at him nor the young girl. Mrs Hall's stare was fixed on the class all through, not even for a second did she stop her speech to glimpse at them.

The boy withdrew back his hand with fierce pain while crying he peeked at Nadia with a disastrous look. His looks got her frozen and guilty for causing him more pain. She also got alarmed by Mrs Halls's sudden change of mood.

With all this display, Nadia started having second thoughts and pondered whether it wasn't better for her to go on the streets and fend for herself or seek another place called home which unforeseen events will eventually unfold contrary to what she thought because of her first day in the Academy wasn't the ideal one.

Mrs Halls turned to Nadia with a smile, she had no other choice than to fake a visible smile back with her lips trembling. Mrs Halls turn back to the class

“So in conclusion, I expect every one of you to be nice to Nadia!” Mrs Halls turned her face back to the young girl “Don't worry you will be fine here!” she added then gave her a tap on the shoulder and she immediately left the classroom.

Nadia astonished looked at Mrs Halls's's exit from the classroom and couldn't seem to understand what the principal is like, she changes moods like ocean currents.

As soon as she left, the classroom became noisy with the atmosphere filled with excitement, some gathered in groups while some were eager to know more about the new, recruit and some were very eager to torture her.

Luther kept his Malicious looks on her, Nadia noticed it as she was moving to get a free seat. Frightened, she tightly wrapped her arms around her herself.

Only one empty seat was left, so Nadia was moving towards it when immediately, Luther with an evil smile placed his long rigid legs on it, posed like a king and lifted his head to face Nadia, but she halted and immediately changed direction as her eyes shifted focus. Luther and his crew began to poke fun at her, but responding to a threat on the first day of her arrival in the academy wasn't going to be appealing.

She desperately whirled around, luckily she saw another empty seat and she smiled deep within her. She instantly moved to it and this time around it was by Demond. As she was about to seat, Demond seized the chair as expected by his clan, with unsatisfactory looks, he wasn't that much amused but his clan was and they all began to laugh at her.

This shattered the young girl's heart more like she hoped Demond was going to hand her over the chair. She ridiculously stood up in the middle of the class swamped, staring at their face crammed with taunts.

She helplessly began whimpering when Demond flung the chair right behind the class “Why did you do that?” his clan thundered, he simply stood quietly, giving them an unsatisfactory look, and walked away.

While Nadia ran behind the glass like a dog hunting for a bone. This time around the whole class cracked up. It was her against the world. She immediately picked up the chair and sat behind the class alone and she began to weep subtly, she couldn't help it. She wasn't prepared for this, she expected to find a home like the one Miss Helen always battled to give her. She knew coming to the Academy was a fresh start where she will make friends and find people to call family, but today's experience told Nadia otherwise.

“Oh! the baby is crying!” Marcus announced and all laughed, just when she thought it was over, the nightmare started all over against. She covered her head on the table not to glimpse at their wicked faces.

Marcus is Luther’s best friend and also a member of his clan. He follows every order Luther gives him without any objection. While Emily is Luther’s girlfriend and also a member of his clan.

“Don't mind them! they are always wicked with newbies. I went through all this! You will get used to it with time!” the unexpected voice stroke Nadia who was quietly crying, she fluttered while hoisting her head to catch a glimpse of who it was.

Nadia's cold glance joins that of the young girl seated next to her “Hello! I'm Madine!” the white chubby girl nervously waved at her continually with a sweeping smile. Nadia felt reluctant to respond as she thought it was another strategy to bully her. But Nadine's smile was true and her not giving up nature made her comfortable.

“Nice to meet you Madine! but leave me alone!” she flinched covering back her head on the locker. “Okay!” Madine dragged her word in awe, she was just trying to sympathise “Sorry! but!” Madine attempted another speech but Nadia instantly raised her head yelling back at her.

“I said you should leave me alone!” she transferred her aggression to the poor Madine. “Sorry, just calm down!. Your arm is on my book!” Nadia hoisted her arm and Madine managed to pull out her book that was clamped under Nadia’s arms.

Then Madine sat quietly in expectancy Nadia recklessly plunged back her head on the locker hoping to finally, resume her whimpering in a truce. Madine stood quiet for some minutes “Seriously! You won't excuse yourself for wrongly shouting at me!” Madine couldn't shock it and became persistent.

“OMG! Saint Maria help me!” Nadia cried “Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm not in the mood for any discussion?” Nadia got nasty as never before. After such humiliation, she expected Madine or anyone else to acknowledge her sufferings by allowing her to mourn in peace.

“Wow!” Madine furiously leaned back on her chair flabbergasted, without uttering a word. Yet, telling herself that Nadia merits what happened to her “She got the nerves!” she wonders deep down. Nadia’s head was still down on the locker, wishing she could fly back to the orphanage or even to the streets.

Just a few minutes later, the teacher hastily got into the classroom. “Everyone sit down! Please silence!” the student hesitated,

Nadia puffed in relief when the teacher entered the class, she believed that this was going to take their focus off her, at least as long as the class was going to last.

“I said silence a few minutes ago, who still has the authority to utter a word!” the teacher yelled at the top of his voice this time and the entire class stood quiet. He despised all, he hated teaching in that school and every other thing concerning the school.

“Welcome to the Science and Technology class! for those who are new meet your classmates. I will be fast today!” he began his class.

Nadia was damn lost all through his class since she had not attended any school before, all she knew and was ever thought of were the basic reading and writing skills that were thought to her in the orphanage. At least with that, she could understand the language he was speaking and nothing else.