The room was still for a moment, and neither a shuffle nor a whisper could be heard from anyone in the room. They all sat in what looked like a classroom, except there were no tables, only the chairs that these people sat on and many other chairs stacked in the corner of the room next to a whiteboard. The windows were set quite high, and at an angle too, rays of light shining through to lighten the already dull atmosphere.
There was a woman sat down who was the focus of attention, and even as she looked through her folders and read through some papers, everyone that was in the room had nothing to do but to stare at her for they didn't know each other, and they thought it awkward and uncomfortable to gaze upon one another in the situation they were in.
To the left of the woman was a small girl. She hunched over, facing forwards, a deep frown creasing her reddened cheeks. She wore a jumper that was two sizes too big, but whether that was why she looked so upset was beyond the rest of the group. Next to her was an older girl, but only by a few years, and she sat up straight and alert in her chair. She looked at the woman wide-eyed and interested, smiling slightly in interest - Or rather, like an idiot.
On the opposite side of the woman were three empty seats, and finally, one last person sat on his own, secluded from the group in every aspect. He tapped his foot on the ground feeling wary. He had his hands pressed onto his lap, eyes darting from here and there every now and then, trying to keep focus.
The woman, whoever she was as these young people didn't know what the purpose of this meeting was, had looked up and noticed that there were three chairs still empty. Just as she opened her mouth to question this, there was a creaking of a door behind her. She looked behind the pillar blocking her view and saw another girl who had entered the room who started walking down the short staircase to the empty chair that was propped beside the boy who looked quite anxious.
She dropped her bag by the side of the chair and sat down quite delicately, sitting up fairly straight and crossed her legs. She was only in her mid teens as you could tell from the tired expression on her face, but you could tell that she had a well upbringing by her accent and posture.
As she searched through her bag, she spoke to the woman in a displeased tone,
"There are two guys hanging around outside. One of them looked very suspicious. In my opinion, I think you should get someone to check that out immediately."
Just then, two boys about the same age came through the door. The first was quite skinny and light on his feet, although quite clumsy. He had a wide grin on his face and his eyes drooped. He entered, laughing, and banged the door against the wall. Following close but cautiously behind was a darker haired lad that seemed very observant and vigilant. The first boy sat down next to the girl who had just been talking about them, in assumption, and she moved her chair slightly to the left. He leaned back on the chair and rolled his head about, smiling like a moron and was chuckling just slightly.
Then the second boy came and sat down. He did this quite slowly, in no rush at all, and turned his chair angled towards his friend. He then leaned towards him and looked around the room at all the others. He was the first one to purposefully observe every ones state; dark blue eyes piercing through a slight squinted expression, hardly an expression to be seen except arcane stares and a turned down mouth. Once he had finished, this young adult took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, lifted his right foot up and rested it on the seat then lifted his other foot and put that one on the chair next to him.
The woman did not question any of her regards, but immediately looked to her right with a warm smile and spoke to the boy who looked apprehensive,
"Paul, introduce yourself to the rest of the group."
"Well, um... My name is Paul Locke, and I live just outside the city in a village. I'm seventeen years old and I currently study in the Tech college by Town Hill. I study Maths, Psychology, Law, and Biochemistry."
The woman looked up from her files for a moment, "So you were quite the smart one at school then."
"Yes, I was rewarded first prize for the British Championship League of Academic Studies. Mathamatics, Science, History, and Geography. I got onehundred percent on every exam." Paul boasted, sounding more confident than once before,
"And what about your home life?" The woman asked,
"I live with both my parents who are very loving and supportive. My usual schedule mostly consists of studying and healthy living; perfection up to its utmost perfection."
"Thank you Paul." The woman then began writing some notes down on a file and all fell silent again.
Paul did not notice this as he spoke because he was either looking at the ground or towards the woman, but when he was giving a background description, the boy who looked very evasive had been staring at him the whole time without disruption of thought or movement. Perhaps Paul could sense this danger, and that is why he kept his eyes away from that side of the room. As the boy moved his feet from off of the chairs and gently placed them on the floor, he moved his body forward until his elbows leaned on his legs and rested his lower face into his hands, looking at Paul straight in the eyes with the same expression he usually observed with. His breath rasped through his fingers, eye twitching with insidious pleasure.
Paul's eyes looked across the floor towards the direction of the boy. He saw that his feet were firmly placed on the ground, and he began to slowly look upwards, his expression becoming more daunted as he glanced upon his face. Paul flinched backwards, brow furrowing at the sight of his hidden distorted face. Then as the boys hands lowered to place on his legs, Pauls attention came to his mouth, and he watched as his lips formed silent words,
'Fuck You...'
He then lifted one hand from his leg and brought it upwards, pointing two fingers forwards to form the shape of a gun, and brought it up to his own head. Pressing his temple against his fingers hard, he tilted his head and smirked at Paul. He then brought his hand away from his head, still smiling, and clenched his fist tensely by his face as he lowered it slowly until it rested on his leg once again.
Paul whimpered and turned his whole body to face the woman, legs clenched tight together and hunched over, almost covering his whole face with his hands. He was shivering slightly, more than worried and even more so insightful of what was going to happen.
(To be continued... I promise)
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