1 Prolouge

Delilah stood there scanning the cafeteria. 'Where are they?' Her friends weren't in their normal spot, she continued to scan and scan, until Al's bright green hair popped out they were heading towards their normal spot, her arms dropped a little and a smile crossed her face. Delilah worked her way through the crowded cafeteria, dodging and weaving around the groups of people standing or moving to slow. "What took you so long? Grandma was slow but she's old."

"I took so long cuz I was doin' your mom."

"Wooow rude."

Soon after the others arrived. "I wouldn't trust the food here, it looks disgusting." Plane said while poking the food with suspicious eyes.

"For real it looks like they took some mac and cheese; and then added bleach, lmao." Delilah agreed–soon after putting the fork in her mouth and said, "But hey mac and cheese; is mac and cheese. Also what's the plan for the rest of the day? Any more protests or things to do to thwart the school?"

"Nah, today's our last day, I don't want to have to think about that today; I just want to go on summer break with a relaxing final day. We can plan for next year over the summer." Al stabbed the strawberry fruit cup and Delilah eyed her own fruit cup, scrutinizing it, judging the floppiness and unripe look of some of the strawberries. It reminded her of when her mother decided to plant strawberries and made her take care of them–and all the bugs and rotting creepy strawberries.

"I would say that we've had a successful year, we got them to stop." Delilah scrolled on her phone.

"Did we though?"Al questioned.

"Uhh yes? I mean we haven't heard of anything or seen anything." Delilah continued to look down but started to play "Mafia".

"That doesn't mean anything. And there's no excuse for them to do that, they should be fired or imprisoned!" Plane venomously sneered.

"That's kind of extreme? We don't know the full story, and shouldn't do anything rash." Delilah countered in a more calm tone.

"It's too late to not want to do anything rash, Delilah." Plane continued to push.

"Okay, you're right." Delilah dropped the subject, while thinking 'I gotta diffuse this before someone else chimes in and starts a fight'. and sat silently only briefly interjecting for the rest of lunch.

When the bell rang everyone stood up and walked towards the trash cans. Groaning about their next classes; how much homework they have, tests coming up, and creepy perverted teachers.

"I fucking hate this school, and I hate how we have to live in dorms but I'm glad we can go home for summer break."

"Same bestie." Plane sweetly said before heading back into their class room, "I gotta find some bitches over the summer."

"Everyone go back to your seats–don't forget that we're having a test over languages and their main magic uses." Students reluctantly went back to their seats, but being near their friends the noise level only increased. Delilah leaned back and closed her eyes; she wanted to do well in school even if she hated it; it was her only way to get money to do what she wanted in life. Get good grades, go to college, get a good job that makes you money, and not into debt. At least for this class she didn't have to take the final, as she somehow had over a one hundred percent in the class.

This year was finally coming to a close, all the stressful events, protesting, studying, students getting expelled. It was all over. She could go home and relax; the principal agreed to change the way things were done. She could see her dogs and eat ice-cream until her stomach hated her.

Then the bell rang and while she hadn't fallen asleep–she was very close too. Her eyes flew open and she ambled back to her dorm and packed. She shoved her clothes into her bags and fit everything like a puzzle; nothing else would fit and it would be hard to fit everything back in if it was taken out again.

The door opened, "Hello?! Can't you knock?" Delilah glared at the intruder.

"I can but, I'm the dorm supervisor, I can enter if I want. Also go to Dr. Fredmen's office."

"Why."

"Because he said so."

"That's not a reason."

"He doesn't need a reason." They distastefully looked about the room.

"Fine."

Anxiety filled Delilah–'Why does he want to see me?' The corridor was emptying as students were being picked up by their parents, Al,Plane, and Tristan had already been picked up. It was only Delilah now; in the walls filled with lockers whose locks had been turned around and stayed that way since the school was built, and the murals every so often permeating the neutral white and light beige of the school wall. Delilah arrived at the office, and the secretary pointed her down the hallway. She walked silently down the hallway–and opened the door.

"Close the door and sit down."

"Okay…" Delilah shut the door and sat down timidly in the plastic chair closest to her.

"Let me get straight to the point; Your parents have decided to let you stay here, for extra education."

"What why??!" Confusion covered Delilah's face.

"They are concerned about your recent violent behavior."

"I haven't been violent." Concerne fogs Delilah unsolicited.

"Your school records say otherwise, unpack your bags."