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We had created a huge mess. There were books shattered glass pieces everywhere on the floor and the carpet was torn.
I looked at Kiara. She had some dirt on her face and her auburn hair were dishevelled. Her forehead was bleeding. She pierced her glance from the mess and turned to face me. I could see both loss and victory in her eyes.
Overburdened with emotions, I felt at a loss of words. Fortunately, Kiara broke the silence.
“I bet it was worth it.”
I smiled at her remark. She could see the positive in every situation. The current scenario drew a mixed response from me. Finally, I spoke my mind,
“I guess. I hope the victory is worth losing everything.”
“We have the proof now, Damon. We know their secret.”
“And that doesn’t scare you at all?”
“It does, but big revolutions require big loads of courage. I bet this is going to change the way they function here. We can save the lives of all students here.”
I smiled at her courage. She had bucket loads of it. At times, I drew some bravery from her.
Actually, most of the times.
It had been three years that we came to know each other. I was sent to St George’s Boarding School in Rotterdam by my parents as a fourteen year old. My family had to move around in Europe a lot due to my father’s business. My parents held the opinion that my education suffered due to the constant travelling. My father had come up with this idea of sending me to St George’s ever since I turned nine. It took my mother five years to muster the courage to part with me. And it was not easy.
Kiara had been here since she was eight. Her parents were the richest people in Barcelona, but they didn’t have enough space for their only child in the mansion. They had sent her here so they could spend more time doing charity luncheons and dinners.
We were just seventy students in the whole school, from different parts of the world, which was odd. It was the least populated school I had ever seen.
Kiara nudged at me and pulled me back to reality.
“Come on, let’s call Dr Simmons and tell him everything.”
She took the lead and I followed. We sprinted to Professor Evans’ office. It was always unlocked. He believed in an open-door policy, especially for his students. His office was filled with books on three walls and floor-length windows behind his ebony desk. The moonlight pouring in from the windows was enough for us to carry out our task without hitting anything in the dark. Kiara headed straight to the landline sitting on the desk and dialled Dr Simmons number. She had it written on a piece of paper.
She smiled at me and dialled. Her eyes had the same twinkle that I had seen the day we met.
The first time I met Kiara was in our French class. I had selected the language to please my father, even though I was miserable at it. He always pointed out,
“You will find it useful in business dealings, Damon.”
Kiara had helped me polish my understanding of the language.
“He won’t pick up, Damon”, Kiara slammed the receiver on the phone. She had tried reaching Dr Simmons four times already. I asked her to keep quiet. We were lucky no one heard us in the library, but Professor Evans’ room was right next to the girls’ dorm.
“Errr..people are usually asleep at two in the morning, Kiara. How about we call Natalia, his secretary. She might help us.”
“That’s true! You are getting smarter, Damon.”
She dialled Natalia’s number and waited for a few seconds.
“Natalia, hi..this is Kiara from St George’s....yeah, I am sorry to bother you at his hour, but I am afraid the news I have couldn’t wait. We have something urgent that we need to discuss with Dr Simmons, but he won't pick up....ummm..let's meet somewhere private away from the school. We have information about wrongdoings by the school."
Kiara turned to me and winked. I gestured at her to speed up before someone heard us.
She nodded and went back to giving the details to Natalia and hung up.
We headed out and went to our respective dorms. About two hours later, the lights were turned on and I was called to the Principal’s office. The students glared at me while I walked towards the door of the dorm with Regina, the Principal’s secretary, in tow.
When...
I looked at Kiara. She had some dirt on her face and her auburn hair were dishevelled. Her forehead was bleeding. She pierced her glance from the mess and turned to face me. I could see both loss and victory in her eyes.
Overburdened with emotions, I felt at a loss of words. Fortunately, Kiara broke the silence.
“I bet it was worth it.”
I smiled at her remark. She could see the positive in every situation. The current scenario drew a mixed response from me. Finally, I spoke my mind,
“I guess. I hope the victory is worth losing everything.”
“We have the proof now, Damon. We know their secret.”
“And that doesn’t scare you at all?”
“It does, but big revolutions require big loads of courage. I bet this is going to change the way they function here. We can save the lives of all students here.”
I smiled at her courage. She had bucket loads of it. At times, I drew some bravery from her.
Actually, most of the times.
It had been three years that we came to know each other. I was sent to St George’s Boarding School in Rotterdam by my parents as a fourteen year old. My family had to move around in Europe a lot due to my father’s business. My parents held the opinion that my education suffered due to the constant travelling. My father had come up with this idea of sending me to St George’s ever since I turned nine. It took my mother five years to muster the courage to part with me. And it was not easy.
Kiara had been here since she was eight. Her parents were the richest people in Barcelona, but they didn’t have enough space for their only child in the mansion. They had sent her here so they could spend more time doing charity luncheons and dinners.
We were just seventy students in the whole school, from different parts of the world, which was odd. It was the least populated school I had ever seen.
Kiara nudged at me and pulled me back to reality.
“Come on, let’s call Dr Simmons and tell him everything.”
She took the lead and I followed. We sprinted to Professor Evans’ office. It was always unlocked. He believed in an open-door policy, especially for his students. His office was filled with books on three walls and floor-length windows behind his ebony desk. The moonlight pouring in from the windows was enough for us to carry out our task without hitting anything in the dark. Kiara headed straight to the landline sitting on the desk and dialled Dr Simmons number. She had it written on a piece of paper.
She smiled at me and dialled. Her eyes had the same twinkle that I had seen the day we met.
The first time I met Kiara was in our French class. I had selected the language to please my father, even though I was miserable at it. He always pointed out,
“You will find it useful in business dealings, Damon.”
Kiara had helped me polish my understanding of the language.
“He won’t pick up, Damon”, Kiara slammed the receiver on the phone. She had tried reaching Dr Simmons four times already. I asked her to keep quiet. We were lucky no one heard us in the library, but Professor Evans’ room was right next to the girls’ dorm.
“Errr..people are usually asleep at two in the morning, Kiara. How about we call Natalia, his secretary. She might help us.”
“That’s true! You are getting smarter, Damon.”
She dialled Natalia’s number and waited for a few seconds.
“Natalia, hi..this is Kiara from St George’s....yeah, I am sorry to bother you at his hour, but I am afraid the news I have couldn’t wait. We have something urgent that we need to discuss with Dr Simmons, but he won't pick up....ummm..let's meet somewhere private away from the school. We have information about wrongdoings by the school."
Kiara turned to me and winked. I gestured at her to speed up before someone heard us.
She nodded and went back to giving the details to Natalia and hung up.
We headed out and went to our respective dorms. About two hours later, the lights were turned on and I was called to the Principal’s office. The students glared at me while I walked towards the door of the dorm with Regina, the Principal’s secretary, in tow.
When...
