School Haven (STILL ON THE BUILD)

Red Valley Academy, a place where girls strive to be elites after graduation and are taught by the best of competent teachers it can employ to further the girls’ minds. Located in an island, one could only take a boat from the city mainland to its grand port. It has gained several prestige awards and high recommendations from international countries, and it is all thanks to its very effective system of teaching. A woman who graduated in the academy can be insured that she can find work anywhere after schooling or if she desired, she could find no trouble enrolling into a equally high class university, as graduates from the school itself are highly desired. Not a single boy has ever managed to enroll here due to its nature as an all girls academy… or at least it WAS supposed to be. The morning dignitary silence of the school is now broken, as I run along a small road, passing by several buildings as a mob of girls also runs after me.

“Wait up, cutie!” one of them screamed as every second I run and sweat they get closer one inch at a time.

“Why are you running away?” one asked screaming.

“After him!” another shouted.

What the fuck is going on here?! Why the hell am I on this school again?! Seriously! Women are scary once they show their inner appearance, I say to myself as I huffed towards the classrooms building while still being chased by the shitloads of pretty girls. Running upstairs to the third floor to lose them, I find an empty classroom and hide under the teacher’s desk. Outside, I hear the footsteps of the masses of women storming the halls like a stampede of wild animals and all are checking the rooms. What the fuck, I feel like a wanted criminal or a pervert that got caught stealing underwear from the girls’ bath and they are chasing after me, I mumble to myself as some girls opened the classroom and spread around to check.

“He’s not here!” a girl near the table where I was hiding screamed.

“Let’s go.” Another cried.
A few seconds later, all of them left the classroom. Making sure that the ladies are gone, I sneak out of the table and lock the classroom doors.

“What the fuck.” I quietly curse as I slump to the wall, “the women here are damn aggressive. Seriously speaking, I have never experienced this in my entire life. First of all, why the hell am I here? They say being surrounded by females is a good thing, but a whole mass after you?!”

Taking out my handkerchief and wiping the sweat from my face and neck, my mobile phone suddenly received a message. Opening the mail, it was from mother, and it read, “Are you enjoying here, my boy?” Seriously mom, jokes are well and good, but in this case, this is wrong. I use her number and call her from my phone, as I have a LOT to say to that woman I call mother.

“Hello, Zeke.” A female voice reached my line.

“Mom, you are so gonna burn for this shit you pulled on me.” I say with a heavy tone.

“Why so serious, my son?” she replied.

Fuck it, I’m not laughing from your stupid corny jokes, so get to the fucking point already!

“Mom, I’m not laughing, so please stop and tell me something you know.” I reply.

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you all. But you’ll have to play splinter cell if you want to reach here undetected. I have to warn you, other teachers are also looking for you.” She finally dropped the info I was waiting to hear.

“See you at the office.” I answer proudly and cut the line. “Now then, how will I do this?” I ask as I remember what had happened for the past events that led me here…..

A lie will always be a lie. Even if you write it down and say it happened, that doesn’t make it the truth. Those that know the real truth are silenced forever to keep the written one the only truth. So it happens I am one of those people whose truth has been covered by a false one. My name is Ezekiel Sanders, and I am currently heading home riding a bus through the lush green countryside in the light of the morning sun. It’s been how many months since I came back to that old house, as I left it a long time ago when I gained independence from my parents. Now the prodigal son returns home, as I was called by mother to come back because she had something to discuss.

“This place hasn’t changed one bit.” I say as I stop in front of a wide two storey grey house.

The neighborhood is a small subdivision where few big houses stood, and the vegetation was so dominant that vines and plants crawled and grew on the houses and walls while the trees literally created a roof over the small area, thus naming the subdivision Edenholm, because they said that both man and nature coexisted here. It never once occurred to me that this was the place I lived when I was still a child, as it was so peaceful and quiet, nobody would know that there are a few secrets that this place has. I look at the grey house to my right and eye it every inch, noticing that the vines and several crawling plants are already attacking the walls and are making their way towards the balcony. Opening the gate and reaching the two big doors in the porch, I then rummage through my pocket and find my keys to open it when a voice spoke behind me.

“Well well, look at this. The bastard actually came back.”

Looking back, I saw that the voice came from Jeremy Collins, my old friend, wearing a hooded jacket and jogging pants.

“I’m back, you asshole.” I reply.

This guy was my partner in crime in almost everything we do, from fooling around to serious business. He also was the biggest heartthrob amongst the girls in middle school to the level where our school idol confessed to him. Our buddy Glenn Rogers and I were always with him during middle school, and during those times we were together the girls just sort of included us in the list of guys in their minds.

“How are things at your end?” he asked me as he closed the gate behind him and went up to the porch.

“You heard of Glenn’s death, right?” I coldly reply as the huge door clicked, showing that it has opened and I pushed it, revealing a huge lobby with a chandelier hanging on top.

“Heard it, but that wasn’t the truth now, is it?” his voice also became cold and followed me inside.

The cold, heavy air flows all around as the fireplace wasn’t lit up and the whole house seemed empty because nobody was inside. There were paintings, vases and other types of old furniture everywhere in the huge house as I walked along a broad hallway, passing many doors until I reached my room.

“This place never changes one bit.” I say to myself while still walking on the marble floor of the corridors.

The room is one thing, but this house still looks like it’s from the old times with this entire old art mom collected throughout her years. Damn place looks like an antique house-museum that survived. Opening the door, I walk into my old room before I was to live on my own, still the same as I left it.

“Whoa, this is seriously unreal.” I mutter to myself as I eyed every single detail of the room.

The desk was full of books and various CD’s, my bed still neat folded as of age, but there sits on top a black box that had the note, “X-Z COMBAT”. Wait, what the hell is this? I never had this thing before, and what the hell is X-Z combat? Putting down my bags, I open my cabinet and grab a fresh set of clothes and started wearing them. The weird thing is, I left this room many years ago, and so my clothes wouldn’t fit me anymore. Yet, why did it fit me? All of my old clothes are gone, instead there are several white polo and dress shirts here along with a load of unfamiliar clothes hung. Oh well, no matter. Closing the door behind me, I go down to the living room where the strong scent of coffee starts to reach my nostrils.

“Zeke, so now can you care to tell me all while you fucking disappeared here?” Jeremy asked me, sitting on the sofa and holding a steaming cup while another cup was on the table.

“Sure man.” I reply, sitting down beside him.

“Hmm, where should I begin?”

“You should start why Glenn died. That asshole was tough as nails, so why?”

“And YOU should stop that wicked tongue of yours. Alright, I’ll tell my tale. After middle school, one of dad’s friends was scoping me out for GHOST project, a program where selected students are handpicked to be trained into high level government agents equal to that of a Special Forces outfit. Did it for about two months, then I met Glenn again when he was also scoped.”

“GHOST project? I thought that was just a story. And how the hell did Glenn and you meet at that team of yours?”

“Yup, that’s the place. Apparently his grandfather had connections, but that all changed when that incident happened. At that time, we both were a part of a detail dispatched to deal with a problem concerning some things. We were caught off guard, and Glenn was shot in the head.”

“And I thought that bastard was tough.” Jeremy replied as he emptied his cup.

“Well? What are you going to do now?”

“Meet my parents again.” I reply as I also finish my cup. “I’ll need a good explanation from them since I was called back here.”

“Oh well. But I know that you’ll be fine against all of the shit thrown at you Zeke. By the way, Jenna was looking for you.” He said as he disappeared in the doorway.

That’s nice, Jenna looking for- hey wait a minute, what?! Jenna Daniels? Eh? Seriously, that can’t be true. Jenna was a pretty girl who was raised as a proper lady, though Jeremy and I, along with Glenn were always together with her because she had no friends before, and also she got her boyish tendencies from us. So pretty she was that at times received many confessions from popular guys, but said no to every single one who tried, stating that she loved a guy close to her. I was happy that I still know that she was still single and that no guy has ever dated her yet, even though she did love a guy we didn’t know about. Taking the cups into the kitchen sink, I then lied down on the couch and started to think about that day when Glenn was killed.

“Sorry man, I can’t tell you what really happened. I just had to tell that †˜truth’ that was known to the public. You can’t know about it, as it may crush your spirit.” I cry out.

I had every reason to do it, and I don’t want another to be added to the pile. That day marked something that all of us Ghost members had to learn, and that was the truth in which we are seeking for as to why that happened.

“Fuck! He’s fading! Someone get me a med kit!”

“Sorry man… *coughs* I can’t… *coughs* go back… anymore… so *coughs* leave me here…”

“Glenn I am NOT leaving anyone behind, alright?! You’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

“Bro… *coughs* just go… already God damn it!”

That was… from the past, as I opened my eyes with tears running down my face. He shouldn’t have done that. The sacrifice was too great at that time. We all were silent for fifteen days as we were shocked by the valiant sacrifice. After that, in a one week mission, we managed to destroy the surviving remnants of those that attacked us on that day with utmost brutality. Sitting up and cupping my tear stained face, I notice that I am not alone inside the living room, as two presences are felt on the opposite side from where I was sitting.

“Hello, Ezekiel. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” a soft female voice spoke.

Looking up, I notice a burly man in a business suit and a pretty woman also in a business suit sitting in front of me.

“Yeah, it has… mom.” I reply¬. “And dad, you look older than before.”

“That’s human nature son. We age, whether we like it or not.” Dad replied.

Then, all of a sudden, the atmosphere became heavy, as if the whole air has been weighed down by their busy auras. To come home wearing their suits must mean that it’s urgent enough to send them hurrying home unprepared from their work. It was then that I had no idea what was to come out of our tiny discussion.