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The Conspiracy to commit murder

At a prestigious school in England, 5 boys make a conspiracy to commit murder. Jeremy Corbyn, a British rich boy, Stewart Prescott, an American genius, Nathaniel Greenhouse, a Greek Picasso, Camden Howard, a southern playboy and Antonio Calcino an Italian wannabe gangster. Their victim... the Principal's daughter.

PrincessNatasha18 · Action
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3 Chs

Welcome back pt. 2

Camden's eyes light up immediately as he sees his friends. What with all the suffocation of the obligation to attend family gatherings from the group, none were successfully able to stay in contact with one another during break.

Stewart had now been sporting a new hair cut. Something he's been wanting to try for a while now. A drastically large change from the usual fuck-boy haircut he had.

The 16 year old now sported a military like buzz cut. A neat clean cut with perfect symmetry. It was clear to all the boys that it was not Stewart who cut his own hair. Symmetry was not something that Stewart was at all known for.

"Welcome back Ghost boy, have fun with the family? " Antonio said, relaying the message in a thick Italian accent. Nathaniel chuckled slightly while still looking down at his vintage TMNT comic.

"Truly terrible. If I have to hear my stupid mother say 'it's for the good of the family or do this for your family' one more time! I swear I'll slit her throat." Camden spoke in an agitated manner. Jeremy fixed his tie while solomy nodding. He too understood the pressures that were often thrusted upon them.

At such a young age, acting like normal commoner children was never an option. Never could they just play outside and not have a care in the world. This was the only luxury the four boys could never afford.

"I heard that we have a new Art professor. Something happen to the old one." Nathaniel said as he tucked the comic into his gym bag. The other three boys looked at him serenely.

"You're joking right?" Jeremy finally spoke up. "Um dude you happened. You laid into that lady. Something about she wasn't fit to teach us art and blah blah this and blah blah that. it was a lot of art nerd nonsense a football player like me didn't understand. "

Jeremy poked Nathaniel's chest while smiling widely. Nathaniel was the reason alot of art professor's quit the famed school. He simply wouldn't allow just anyone to teach him the arts. It had to be someone as magical and magnificent as the great Leonardo Da Vinci.

"I just told that wench the truth. Not my fault if that bitch cried. After all. This is a man's world. She's not fit to be in it if she cries over a teenager critiquing her infernal abilities. Truly a waste of space if you ask me"

Camen let out a hearty chuckle as he observes his friends. These were his best friends and never does he want to part from them. "Let's head to the dorms guys. " He said as he pushes open the large mahogany doors. "Man... it's feels great to be back".