Richard Cameron Dead Poets Society Novels & Stories

As Sophia and I drove away, my phone rang. It was Luke. The moment I answered, he launched into a tirade. "Emma Klein, did the anesthesia mess with your brain? Did you forget today was supposed to be our ceremony?" "You finally had my attention, so why didn’t you show up?" "And why is there a coffin in the chapel? Why is my mother lying inside it!?" His voice cracked as he began to sob, crying out, "Why did my mother pass away? Oh, Moon Goddess, this can't be true!"

Just then, a comment in the live stream caught my attention. [Sophia knew full well that valedictorians would always end up committing suicide, yet she still scored so high. Is she perhaps lowkey suicidal?] [Very likely. Seems like Sophia has wanted to die for a long time. If that’s the case, she’s definitely going to die tonight.] [Ugh, another valedictorian’s going to die. I’m starting to wonder if there’s some kind of curse.] I was taken aback and suddenly thought of something.

Samson was genuinely surprised. Ariel didn't bother explaining. … Over at the VIP section, Cecilia spotted Samson talking to Ariel. She raised a brow and glanced at Jayson beside her. Smiling, she said, "Mr. Larkin, I'm curious. Who are you rooting for between the two of them?" Jayson's gaze met hers, cool and indifferent. He didn't answer. Cecilia frowned. Frederick, overhearing, chimed in, "Isn't it obvious? The first two rounds were just appetizers. Today's the main event, the real test. Not just anyone can go toe-to-toe with a top university graduate."

Instead he replied, "Whatever, orphan, keep being the good girl. You have to maintain such good ethics so your foster parents would be very proud of you, meanwhile you're ignoring the simple pleasures of life." When Mary heard it, she was exasperated as she barged into the room and wanted to fight Richard. Then she looked sideways and found Riana in tears. "I'm leaving for good, and count me out of this bullshit game of trying to imprison Prince for the suicide of a naive girl. Besides, he didn't tell Rose to commit suicide so why can't you sorry asses leave the dangerous man alone? You ladies just wanna get into trouble. Now, for your information, it's either you let me fuck you, Riana, if

They marched us into another hall that was bigger than the last, echoing with that hollow emptiness that made me feel like my bones were hollow too. The floor was smooth stone and polished, almost reflective. In the very center of the hall was a huge white circle, drawn thick like the kind of chalk line cops draw around bodies at crime scenes. Olympic death games, perhaps. The Game Master walked ahead, tapping the cane he carried against the ground, almost bouncing with excitement. Some people were already whispering, trying to guess the challenge.

The one I had held in my arms before. A broken wail tore from his throat. Not long after, Richard donated everything he had left. Then, on a night of relentless rain, he swallowed poison. And died. Our souls met again. He stood there, staring at us, frozen. His eyes reddened. "Queenie... Cammy... I'm sorry..." Cammy and I watched him from a distance, unwilling to come closer. Light shimmered around us, and our souls began to fade. Richard's expression shifted, panic flickering in his gaze.