Chapter Fifty Eight

As Agatha makes her way out of the dining hall, she feels someone following her, but doesn’t bother to turn around or to stop. She keeps walking on, the hairs behind her neck standing up as she feels the person getting closer and closer. By the time she reaches her floor and is almost about to open the door to her room. She feels her sixth sense tingling, like as if there is some kind of threat.

Without warning, she turns around, just in time to grab the stalkers out stretched hand and bend it, making the person yelp in pain while she doesn’t let go. Her face set in a fighting stance, she kicks the person with her knee on the back, making them twist uncomfortable before landing another kick with her foot on the back of the persons knees, making them loose balance and fall on their knees, kneeling.

Agatha huffs, completely shocked to see the person try something so crazy and immature. “And here I thought you were getting better. I knew better than this when I was the age of eleven, and