Twenty Six

ELLEN

If evil had a face, it was mine. The morning began as every other morning, except for the fact that it wasn't like every other one.

The whole reason for our journey was to commence today. We were visiting the art museum today. Principal Walter had thought it wise to introduce the students to a world of art, in order to spike their interests in it.

The trip however, was about showing them things they hadn't seen before. And exposing them to a whole new world, totally different from the one they were used to.

I watched the students march into the bus in one file, and I could only hope they were able to maintain this orderliness when we arrived our destination. But that wasn't possible.

I was quick to notice that Devan wasn't on the line, and I was bothered. I was quite surprised that he hadn't been the first to hurry into the bus, since he was the kind of kid that had eyes for the arts.

He was scarce most of the time now, as Mr. Walter had made it a sole