Chapter 9: The mafia game
Kaitlyn would have sworn to be alright with Kyle's attitude towards her. She didn't like the way he talked to her or anything at all. That was the worst thing she had ever heard. This was the height. She didn't like it one bit. Looking up at the stairs that led to the rooftop, her mind wheels began to turn.
Ava joined Kaitlyn who was waiting at design department. She walked up to her.
"Hey, sorry about what happened up there".
" No, it's ok".
" Thanks. Alright, which note do you want?", she asked, pulling her into the lecture hall by the hand.
"Just the ones on Basic design".
"Sure. Do well to return it".
Ava found the note and handed it to Kaitlyn. "Thanks queen ".
Ava smiled. "You're welcome".
At some part of the city
It was evening time and the whole mansion was lighted up adding more extravagance and beauty to its splendor.
A man who looked to be in his early fifties held a paper in his hand, his face tightening with anger. He looked at the girl that was seated across from him at the other side of the room,his teeth clenched hard in anger.
"What's this?"
"Nothing to worry about dad".
"You call this nothing to worry about? I was just gone for a few days and you're already astray?"
"Dad, I have to do this".
"You have to do what? Transferring? Getting your photos taken? Messing around?", the man said his face alternating between different shades of red.
"Dad that was...",she tried to explain but was cut off by a hot slap. She was awed as she didn't notice her dad walk towards her. She held her face, grimacing.
"You let someone else take the national honor, and now your photos are everywhere".
"Dad", she called her voice shaky
"Don't call me that. I can only be your father if you get back that honor from that lowlife!"
The man left without looking at her again. The girl hung her head as hot tears of anger and uncertainty flowed down her cheeks.
She had to try harder. Just a little harder.
It was the third week of May and the whole school was bustling with varieties of emotions. It was already a tradition at Crestwood College that on the third week of May, a particular game would be played among the students. The students would have to bring over some of their daily supplies and as such they would be sleeping in the school for a whole week. Accomodation wasn't a problem because Crestwood College was always up to the task. This time, no one knew the game that would be chosen so this left shreds of tension and anxiety in the hearts of the students. The last year and last two years was a game created by one of the students, "a game of thrones", whereby there was a royal family filled with twelve sons. Some students were the sons, some were bodyguards, maidedns of the palace and lay people . The twelve sons had to have their own group of people which included all those who weren't a member of the royal family. And each group of students had to complete some tasks that would qualify one to ascend the throne. It was a very competitive game.
An announcement was made and all the students perked their ears up.
"All students listen up", came the monotonous male voice
"As her annual activity, Crestwood has already prepared another brand of excitement for you students. Everyone is to assemble here on the evening of Sunday with all their daily necessities. Now, everyone listen to the game of the year".
This was the climax of the students' anxiety. Some clenched their hands, others clenched their notebooks while some held onto others for dear life.
"The game of the year is... The mafia game".