Episode 1

Quincy felt the tie around the collar of her blouse had

started to tighten as she walked towards the gates of Kerfla High School. The

ends of her black and medium-bobbed hair had brushed the yoke of her white

blouse that had the school crest stitched to the ****** pocket. She loosened

the tie and patted her skirt to try and remove the lint that stuck against the

fabric. She stopped at the gated entrance of the school that were opened and

checked the time on her watch. It was 8:30 AM. Quincy was 30 minutes early. A

short and plump man peeked from the windows of the security guard room that was

stationed beside the entrance. He opened the sliding windows and squinted his

eyes at Quincy's face, "You new here, kid?". Quincy turned her head

to the security guard. The man looked like he was in his fifties. On his head

was a shiny bald spot that Quincy could see growing wider in 10 years' time.

She nodded to the guard's question. "Yeah, I figured it since I've never

seen your face before" said the security, "You may be an early bird

on your first day, but I hope I don't have to see you walking through this

entrance pass 9". The guard lifted an eyebrow and shooed at Quincy. Quincy

took flight of the stairs to the main building which was Block A. She took

looked at her surroundings. Block A had only two storeys unlike that of Block

B, C and D which were 3 storeys up and facilitated the classrooms of students.

Quincy had been exchanging dozens of emails from Kerfla High's administration

team ever since her former school in the countryside decided a school transfer

for Quincy would be a good decision on her mental health. "I think she needs

to readjust herself to some new surroundings. This transfer would be a good

challenge for her to try and change herself to become a mentally and socially

better person", Quincy remembered the words of the principal on the day

that she and her mum were called in to the principal's office. She sighed at

the thought of it, knowing that nothing could be turned back to how it was

before. She wondered whether the change in the environment was ever going to

change her as a person. The fact that she fell into depression for years after

the incident that occured six years ago; these dark thoughts

ran through her head once more as she stepped into the administration office of

Kerfla High.

Quincy's pupils dilated as she stopped at the entrance of

the office and looked to her feet. The dark thoughts swarmed in her head and

voices were slowly emerging like demons whispering to her ear. The flashbacks

of her being bullied were appearing again.

You're a half-Versistan mutt!

You don't belong in this country.

No wonder your father beat you up. Haha!

He was as pathetic as his wife.

Pfft. Your father could've been a great boxer if he

wasn't on drugs.

Quincy's heart started to skip a beat and she breathed

heavily. She could hear a faint voice that was muffled over the demon-like

whispers. Stop being like this! she thought to herself. "Miss

Quincy Greye? Miss Greye, can you hear me?" Quincy was startled to hear a

woman's voice from the back of the office counter. She snapped out of her

conscience and looked up to see the sterned face of a woman with a permed

hairstyle wearing half-framed glasses. She was behind the long office counter

table that had divided the room into two. Behind her were another two people,

each sitting at their desks facing the monitors of their computer and typing on

the keyboards amongst the piles of paperwork.

"Miss Greye, are you okay? I called you a few times and

you didn't respond" the woman said with a concerned tone in her voice.

"Sorry, I, uh," Quincy muttered as she clenched

her fist behind her back and came up with a simple lie, "I'm having quite

a headache at the moment"

"Do you need to go to sickbay?"

"No, I don't need to." Quincy stepped forward to

the counter.

"Alright then. You haven't gotten your class schedule

yet, have you?" the woman asked.

Quincy shook her head.

"Okay, so I'll give you your class schedule, as well as

the list of books that you will need to buy at our bookstore in Block D"

the woman said as she typed on a computer that was placed behind the counter

table. The inkjet printer beside the computer started to whir as the printed

papers came out to the output tray. The woman grabbed the papers and set them

on the upper part of the counter that was in front of Quincy. The paper showed

a table of subjects being taught on each day. On the top left corner of the

paper read 'Class XI-7'.

"You're in class XI-7, which is at the

second level of Block C" the woman said and gave a smile of service to

Quincy, "but before you go to class, the principal and your homeroom

teacher has requested to meet with you".

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