LOGINAnnabelle's POVI said, so you knew Peter was being bullied. "Yeah," Mrs. Corrie admitted. Peter: Since the airing of the confession on TV, Brandon Mitchell and Tyler Hayes have been throwing shade at the dad of Peter. I have already discussed with them that it should be classroom-appropriate, although they are still doing it. Why did you not tell us this was the case? John asked. "I wanted to," Mrs. Corrie said. But when I mentioned it to Mrs. Henderson she said to keep it under wraps, not to bring in the parents, because the Mitchell and Hayes families are the major sponsors of the school. She feared to raise a great matter, and lose us their money. So the school preferred money to saving our son, I said, and I was sick. "I'm sorry," Mrs. Corrie said. I am aware that it is not right, but that is the truth about working in a private school that relies on wealthy donors. I might lose my job in case I work too hard. What have these boys been saying to Peter? John asked. M
Annabelle's POVJohn changed his face in a few seconds, and his voice did not rise when he spoke to Peter, though it was evident that he was worried and then angry. “Who were these boys? What are their names?” he asked.Peter shrugged. I do not want to tell you. That will only make things worse. He was a shy one, and sounded unwilling.You will not complicate things, John told him. We should know because we need to speak to the school and make sure that this does not happen again. Peter remained silent and was evidently considering the information on whether to reveal it. At length he told me, their names were Brandon Mitchell and Tyler Hayes. They’re in my class.” I heard John stiffen next to me as those last names were familiar to him, but I did not know why. Mitchell and Hayes, he said. Do they belong to Robert Mitchell and James Hayes? I do not know the names of their dad, Peter said. “Just know Brandon and Tyler.”John suddenly stood and drew out his phone. I have a few calls to
ANNABELLA'S POV At precisely three, I was hanging around the school parking lot when the last bell was ringing. I never arrive late, so Peter will not need to sit there and wonder whether I had forgotten to pick him or not. The doors were opened and a torrent of kids in navy blue uniforms swamped out. Parents were waving in their vehicles or standing on the entrance to collect their children. I sought Peter in the crowd, and, at last, I spotted him as he was walking towards his car, something seemed wrong with the manner in which he was walking. His shoulders were crooked in front and made him look smaller than he was, and he did not look around as he did. As he arrived at the car I opened the door to him, endeavoring to make my voice jovial, although I was already beginning to feel anxious. “Hey baby, how was your day?” I questioned and he got into the back seat without looking at me. Okay, Peter said to himself, and threw his backpack onto the seat beside him. That single-wo
Daniels pov. I recognized that shank immediately- kids in there would cut a knife out of any metal they would scrounge and sharpen. He did not even speak, but leaped, thrusting his shank right against my chest. I had hardly time to twist and strike my shoulder rather than my heart. The pain was immediate, a burning cut as the metal passed through the skin and the muscle but my survival instinct kicked in and I caught his wrist so that he could not stab me again. We pulled and pushed over that silly little knife and the rest of the inmates stepped aside not wanting to get caught up in some kind of mess that would lead them to solitary. I was able to kick him in the stomach so that he fell forward and I had time to pull the shank out of his hand and cut his arm--just to protect myself. He screamed and stumbled back and then the guards saw what was happening. Yelling at us to get on the ground, they ran at us, batons in hand. The man who struck me was bleeding at the arm I had c
DANIEL'S POV The last time they released me out of solitary had to be an assignment to a new cellmate since Eddie demanded that they transfer me after my escape attempt left me too risky to be around in his comfort. The new cellmate was a man by the name Marcus and he was full of tattoos which pointed out that he was part of one of the gangs that were holding dominion in the prison. He was not much of a talker in the first few days, and this was all to my liking, as I was not at all interested in befriending the person I saw would be likely to stab me on my slumbering back were he to receive the command.It was Marcus, who informed me of Vincent being able to reach him within the prison because it seemed that the news had leaked out that I was the one who had confessed to having killed the parents of Vincent Cole before the live television. Marcus replied that there was at least a dozen inmates who owed someone a favor, who were going to be coming after me at some point in time since
DANIEL'S POV The most terrible thing about prison was not the bed of low quality or the food that was terrible or the constant noise that made sleeping a joke. It was the soul-destroying routine that kept on reoccurring day in day out with no possibility of that changing in the future. I rose at 5.30 each morning, when the guards banged on our cell doors to inform us it was time to have a breakfast, and I would jump off the narrow mattress which did not cushion my back against the metal frame beneath me as Eddie, my roommate, moaned on the bunk above me. Eddie had been doing 15 years in armed robbery and had been long enough here to know all the unwritten rules that had kept you alive in a place like this. During my first week, he informed me that there are three primary gangs that controlled various areas of the prison and smaller groups that threw their support to a group to gain protection. He did not twist that word until later--that Vincent Cole was connected with one of thos







