Questions 

It’s a Friday morning everything is cold, my heart is racing. My head was filled with nothing but thoughts of where I was heading. As I approached the school I saw an empty flight room, chairs stacked, lights out and doors locked. I turn away from the cold classroom pushing memories once joyful out of my head, they contained nothing more than sour thoughts now. I couldn’t remember a time I was this depressed on a Friday. It was less than twenty four hours since ms Willemse and mr Hughes had abandoned us for the warm embrace of the south but we felt the emptiness already. It started with me, Harry, Tylo, Nolan, Elena, Mike and Griffin. As we were crowded into the back of the chill library by an unfamiliar voice belonging to an unfamiliar face it dawned on me that this was the beginning of the end. Despite all these signs the nail in the coffin was ms Willemse’s handwriting on the whiteboard it seemed rushed and it was smudged in places. Just as all hope seems lost and I begin to except the abyss, I hear: “Wanna freestyle guys?” 

This beginning was a foreboding one, the beginning of a week that would leave a taste of bitterness and regret in the mouths of those who stayed. 

The rapture of flight now seemed like a distant memory of a former life, what memories why did have were of an eternity of nothingness occupied occasionally with a freestyle verse. These were our only light in the dark, we clung to them like they were the only thing we had. 

On the third day of our new life word came from the other side. The words spoken from beyond the vale rang out like bell tolls over a lonely castle. At first it was hard to understand what the voice was saying for they used a word someone like me, an unchosen, would not know. I still hear the voice in my head, I try to curse it out but it remains haunting the halls and rooms of my mind. 

“Mr Hughes fell from a Segway and broke his leg. How will stay in the profaned city of Atlanta for some time to come.”

This news pierced my heart and sent me into a momentary trance broken only by a sarcastic remark and stifled laughs that in the silence seemed as loud as gunshots. I was left taken aback, shocked. Once the shock went away I was left with nothing except questions.