The Convict

“What did they want from you?” demanded dad, sitting on his rocking chair and smoking his cigar. Mum appeared extremely worried too and had not eaten anything since morning. 

“Nothing much dad,” I replied casually, moving towards the dining table and grabbing an apple, I hadn't eaten anything too since those officers had taken me and thus, was extremely famished. “I knew Emily Billings, she was in History class so it was just an ordinary inquiry, other students were taken too,” I lied fervently, avoiding the possibility of an extended curfew and enhanced fear and trepidation amongst mum and dad. 

“Edward, we should change her school, its affecting her academics plus the association w