𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, hope mikaelson

twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Good morning Salvatore Stallions! This is the Stallion news live from the administration's office. I'm MG— Milton Greasley. Let's begin with our first announcement for the day"

"Campus news: Headmaster Saltzman won't be on campus today which means that the morning assembly has been canceled. Any questions meant for the headmaster can either wait or you'll be advised to speak to a teacher, mentor, maybe a friend or the guidance counselor... Two nights ago, while everyone was at the dance, someone snuck off into the administration's office for today's exams. No one was caught which means that all exams have been canceled until further notice. We have a day off for studying but thanks to you we'll all be punished and take the replacement exams tomorrow. Those who aren't present will have to take a makeup exam on Wednesday"

"Now, Dr. Saltzman has advised me to encourage everyone to sign up for extracurricular activities if you haven't already. Alright, now news from the clubs: The weather looks nice so if you're in the gardening club, you're going to be outside today. If I were you I'd get some gloves right away. The basketball club's weekly witches and vampires match is tonight, so sign up if you wanna ball. Tryouts for the drill and football teams are today so make sure you're there on time and in the right attire"

"Milton, you need to finish. The students are complaining and need to hurry to their classes"

"Okay, screw this. Which one of you complained? I thought this was fun but y'all just complaining all the time... Uh, anyway, look this is important. The annual flag football game against the local high school is only a few weeks away and we need as many players as possible. If you want to sign up—"

"Mr. Greasley, now"

"As I was saying if you want to participate, speak to Mr. Williams. And now I have to finish before Ms. Featherwood kicks me out. Uh, that's it for our announcements. This is Milton Greasley signing off. Have a dope— the dopest day. Thank you for listening. Go Stallions!"

Adrian searched his dorm, pulling out drawers, boxes, dragging his clothes down and tossing them out of the closet, desperately searching for his notebook after noticing that it was gone and not under the broken floorboard under his bed.

"Where is it?!"

The boy searched everywhere, under and between every book and in every drawer but found nothing. Everything he ever learned had been written down in that composition notebook, everything from his father's inspirational words to truth about his parents' death— the real truth.

The bedroom door opened and Owen entered with books in hand. He closed the door behind him before leaning on it, a puzzled expression spread across his face as he scanned the disaster Adrian had caused. He shook his head and crossed the room to get to his dresser, "I don't even want to know"