Missing Streams

Make Me - 5

A whole lot of nothing happened by the time we made it to a small parking space. The bus stopped, but Pharlain stood to look at us before she opened the door. I turned my head to hear her better, which caused my hair to fall in front of my face.

"Harbringer! Look at me when I speak!" Pharlain yelled louder than she needed to. I smirked at the unfamiliar sound of my name, making her even angrier. I dropped the smirk and pushed the hair from my face, sinking into my seat. I wondered how James or Simon would have reacted to it, but decided to listen at least somewhat.

"You kids are here for various reasons, and I know them all. I know whether you knocked up a girl or slept with your teacher, but whatever it is it doesn't matter anymore." Pharlain glared at us as she spoke, her lips pressed tight together as if to prevent a scowl, "You're all here for twelve entire months, and don't think you're leaving a day earlier. The only way you get out of here is if your parents sue us, or you die. Don't think we don't get suicides here, either. No matter who kills themselves the only person who gives two shits is the one who has to clean up. Am I understood?"

No one said anything, and she took it as a sign we understood, "Then we'll get moving. You're squadron six, and there's twenty of you. You've all been equally divided into four different groups. That's five per group, if you're an idiot. The groups are randomly chosen too, so expect to suck a dick or two if you want to choose. Follow me to your dorm room now, and we'll get you into coordinated outfits. And just so you know, while our outfits might be matching it doesn't mean we'll tolerate faggots strutting about."

That statement got some people talking, but I remained silent. It turned out to be smart, as Pharlain was quick to shut up anyone who dared speak in her presence, "Now you lot will be silent as the dead and follow me. I assume I'm understood."

She was, as we all followed her off the bus to enter the building. I dragged my feet across the concrete walkway and climbed up likewise stairs. A large metal door stood in front of me, wearing chipped paint and a single window per door. I was straggling behind the group, and was about to catch the door before it closed when someone pushed it open.

James was wearing a grin as he held the door for me, Simon already inside, "Ladies first."

"I'm honoured." I said, probably with a bit more bitchiness than I had intended. But James didn't seem to falter as we walked inside, when Pharlain yelled again.

"Harbringer! Stop making boyfriends and get your ass over here."

"Make me." I met her eyes, dropping my bag to the ground. James and Simon didn't waste any time standing with me, hurrying to catch up with the group. I was glad they did, since I didn't want some knight in shining armour to protect me.

Not that I needed one either.

Pharlain met my defiance with a grin, laughing quietly, "Look kid, I've seen your file. Don't make me hold it over your head just to make you follow orders."

I remained quiet, wondering how much was even in that magical file that bore my name. Whatever was wouldn't make a difference, I was sure of it. So I simply stood there, nineteen pairs of eyes staring in silence as the twentieth pair laughed at me.

"Harbringer, what's your full name?" Pharlain commanded, her laughter never reaching her mouth.

"I thought you'd read my file. You should know." I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic, but it seemed to anger her.

"You answer to me, girl." Some of the others looked scared.

"Obviously not." I shrugged, letting a grin slide onto my face, "I usually answer questionnaires."