CHAPTER ONE

 MY WORSE CONFESSION OF MY LIFE

Nathan, Simone, my friends, and I went straight into class at once that first day of November 2022.

Nathan was all laughable, cautioned to not give my heart to Michelle, and felt sorry for me after my heartache.

Simone was fearless and furious at Michelle for breaking her friend's heart.

My name is Mwamba Williams, I am nineteen years old and from Central Africa in Congo.

I came to America five years ago and lived in Tucson with my parents, but have had an unbearable challenging life because of my writing which did not go well with them.

Mrs. Webclass was a fan of my books, she pleaded with my parents if I could come to live with her in Mississippi on November 23, 2021.

Attended Pass Christian High School, meeting my two best friends Simone and Nathan at my locker during my day at school.

We started there ever since that encounter after dropping my lunch which spilled the moment I got a sight of the astonishing Michelle Mileson. 

Thanksgiving was around the corner.

I was wearing my white long-sleeved sweater, dark green jacket, jeans, and sneakers at Pass Christian High School in Mississippi.

After a heartache humiliation at Pass Christian High School, I will transfer to the Museum, a private academy in Minnesota.

I mostly love to try every dish, but my favorite is my African dish, Fufu.  

I want to venture into the unknown and out of my comfort zone. To find the answer to the monstrous massacre. I was heartbroken by the girl from the wealthiest family whom I unconditionally love.

There is no such thing as love in the world, and I push away in disbelief by becoming scornful and harsh towards everyone, where I quote “I have moved on with my life” to risk falling in love. 

Finding out about the monstrous massacre at the Museum, my new private academy matters to me because I am a book writer, and it is my foretold responsibility.

The women that I wanted to mingle with were black girls, but I  did not see many other hot girls like Mileson, a Native American model.

Continually, I was hoping to see her.  

Michelle was sitting in front of me, and her long raven hair and chestnut skin astonished me.  

“Monsieur Williams, stop being distracted and focus up here. I mean, how long will you keep drooling on your desk in that manner?” Mr. Samson growled.  

Everybody in my class breaks out in laughter as they stare at me.  

“Oh my, God, you’re right, Nathan. I think I should tell Mileson my feelings,” I swallowed.  

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mileson scoffed.  

“Nothing,” I muttered.  

She glanced at me weirdly with her gorgeous eyes and then she looked away, disgusted.  

I supposed my best friend was correct in calling her Heartless, and I did agree with him, but who could have blamed me? Since I was a freshman in high school, I have been unconditionally in love with her. 

I knew that she had heard me, so lying to her was impossible, and I was soon to meet the most horrifying nightmare of my life. 

To tell you the truth, I was nervous as all eyes were staring at me. They too heard me clearly and were waiting for the hilarious thrilling drama to unleash.  

“No, no, you lied. Did I hear you saying that you have feelings for me?” She asked.  

“Hmph, um...yes. Do you have a problem with that, Mileson?” I coughed.  

“Yes, Williams, I don’t like you. I hate you! I do not deserve you even close! Out of my league.” She roared.  

“And why you don’t love me, if I may ask?” I asked.  

“Well, I don’t love you because you are an ugly duckling, a commoner, and smell like rotten eggs. It would be better if you put the perfume on yourself. My parents are wealthy. And they would not want me to marry a poor boy like you. Now beat it!” Mileson growled.  

“Ouch, that must sting, girl. I tell you will regret this.” Nathan scolded.  

"I do not care, boy!" she shouted.  

“But your parents would care, and they care for you to have a man in your life. Whether is a poor or a wealthy man,” Simone, my other female friend, added.  

Nathan and Simone defended me, but she just scoffed as usual.  

“Enough! And Willams, please do not cry because someone better is coming for you!” Mr. Samson called.  

“Mr. Samson, please. And as for you, did you call me an ugly duckling? Besides, did you say that I am a poor commoner? I reeks like rotten eggs?” I gasped.  

Everyone laughed their eyes out at me, I was humiliated before my friends and classmates.  

“Sure, I did. What are you going to do, Mister African? Are you going to cry at that old woman friend? And your accent is ridiculous,” she snickered.  

“Michelle Mileson! Enough!” Mr. Simon shouted.  

I stood up and ran out of the classroom in tears towards the exit.  

“Monsieur Williams, wait.” He called.  

“Please come back, ugh!” He grunted. 

Mr. Samson was too late because I was already at the exit of the classroom and the rest of my class laughed.  

Heartbroken, my friends ran towards me because the bell rang. When Mr. Samson would afflict his wrath on Heartless Girl, she rushed out of sight through our classmates' crowds.

I was sitting on the luxurious white marble mixed with sea-blue gems bench alone outside crying when my friends walked up to me.

“Evening!” Simone interfered.

“Hi. And what are you doing here?” I asked.  

“We are your best friends, aren’t we?” Simone continued.  

“Uh, sure. This is one of the worst confessions of my life. And starting now harshness will be my companion,” I murmured.  

One of my best friends, who was a girl, watched me cry my eyes out. My other male friend comforted me while feeling horrible for me.  

I wondered why the girl I loved would have done such malicious, heartbreaking rude things to me. My friend was right about her being heartless and he felt unease for me.  

All three of us were on a bench at school as every one of our fellow students passed by us without a care in the world, because the school’s property was almost empty.  

Nathan and Simone waited for me to pour out all of my heartbreaking sorrows into little shreds. Before the three of us, would go to our houses that evening.

“Gosh. And that was embarrassing, and do you truly mean what you said in there?” Nathan asked.  

“Sure, my friends, l was. I genuinely loved Mileson with my whole heart. I fell in love with her for the first time. I set my eyes on her. I thought Mileson to be friendly, and funny, but now I know who truly she is.” I cried.  

“Oh, Williams, we are very sorry. And I warned you, but you did not listen to me. Now look at you! You are a mess.” Nathan said.  

“Sure,” I agreed.  

“My-my, it was a mess. Cousin-Simone, I heard everything. And how is our Heartless Girl’s love interest hanging?” asked the voice.  

Looking in front of us, we saw nothing other than Nathan’s little cousin.  

“How is the Heartless Girl’s love interest hanging?” Simone blinked. “Seriously? The only Heartless Girl I know is Mileson!”  

Suddenly, Nathan and I laughed at Simone who was seventeen's answer.  

“Huh, Williams...cousin, why are you laughing?” She asked.  

“Well, come on, you don’t remember how Simone has responded to your question, cousin? Because the only Heartless Girl you know knows what?” Nathan laughed.  

“What? Did I say that?” Simone blinked.  

“Huh, yes!” All of us answered.  

 “Oh, boy, I did!” Simone laughed.  

“Classic-gracious, thank you, my friend, and I believe you are more hilarious than that heartbreaker.” I sighed.  

“You are very welcome, Williams,” She answered.  

That afternoon, my best friends and I were walking home. Besides, we are usually neighbors. My old friend and mentor were worried sick, but when she saw me with my best friend, she ran toward us.  

“Williams, Williams, boy, are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” She asked.  

“I am fine. Why are you panicking?” I blinked.  

“I had a call from Mr. Samson, telling me you ran out of the class in tears. Come, come inside with your best friends. Let’s go into the house immediately.” She responded.  

My old mentor, Nathan, Simone, and I rushed inside and settled down.  

She asked me. “So, Williams, what has happened?”  

Instead of answering her question, I burst into tears.  

“Man, that sucks, “ Nathan sighed.  

I was very hurt because I loved Heartless Girl unconditionally and now, she had done such a horrible thing to me.

Nothing but ended up disappointed as it even made Nathan regret saying such a response. 

CHAPTER TWO

  WISH OF AN OLD DYING WOMAN

  My mentor, Namini Webclass, could not help but wonder what had happened to me or what had made me cry like that.  

“I will never fall in love ever again.” I roared.  

“Never fall in love? And for real? Would you care to explain the reason?” Mrs. Webclass gasped. 

“Correct, Mrs. Webclass. And the reason is that he got rejected and called names by the girl she loved unconditionally.” Nathan, my friend, replied. 

“A girl he loved. And what tribe is she?” Mrs. Webclass blinked. 

“Native American, from the wealthiest family,” Simone, my other friend, responded. 

“Yahuwah, the wealthiest Mileson’s only daughter. That is classic. And I am sorry for what happened, but do not give up on love just yet.” Mrs. Webclass pleaded. 

“Nah, I had enough of heartache, please,” I answered 

My friends bid me farewell and hit the exit, which was out of my sight. I remained with my mentor in her enormous white marble palace mansion.  

I do not know if I would give one more chance to the heartless girl, believe me, I am sure that I am over her, and wanted to do my best to move on with my life.  

“Good morning, Williams, how are you feeling today?” Mrs. Webclass interrupted.  

I did not know if I had another worst nightmare agony coming that morning.  

“I am positive fine, hah!”  I screamed.  

“Williams, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Webclass panicked.  

“Ah, ouch. My head is stinging! It looks like I can see the vision the moment I saw you walking indoors!” I yelped.  

“I beg your pardon? Oversight? No, I should rush you to the hospital,” Mrs. Webclass swallowed.  

“Please, please, hurry! Because I am feeling weird!” I screamed.  

“Right. And if you feel better, I will transfer you to a new boarding school that is in Minnesota.” Mrs. Webclass answered.  

“That will be outstanding.” I sighed.  

I felt unconscious after I said that. Namini rushed me to the hospital today, but the next day, no one had any idea what was going to be the outcome. 

Apart from that, many centuries ago, Meadow in Brooklyn, America the region of the boarding school named Museum of Prophecy, amidst the deepest gloomy natural forest outstretched Minnesota.  

Monsieur Obed Webclass, with all the professors, gathers around to hear Madame Esther Webclass. 

Around that time, it was a rainy night in that luminous dark late night, when eight particular people surrounded an old woman in a hospital on her deathbed.  

She was a hundred and a half, with dark blue warm eyes, and white hair, and wore a long-sleeved white garment tucked warmly into the blanket of her chamber in the hospital. 

“Evening, grandmother. Please, tell us why you have summoned us.” Obed pleaded. 

“Obed, Caleb. I am pleading with you to take diligent care of my high school. I mean the Museum of Prophecy.” Madame Webclass responded. 

“We will, grandmother. We will.”  Obed continued. 

“And we will not fail you!” Prof. Caleb agreed. 

“Excellent. To the rest of you, instructors. I am pleading with you to take care of my precious students.” Madame Webclass announced. 

Eva American was in her mid-twenties, a mixed African-American woman from Chicago. She is a Calculus professor and a distant cousin. She does love to wear the same clothes as her older cousin. Chestnut brown warm eyes, low curly haircut, wears a hooded and pink coat, long skirt, green Christmas sweater, and brunette shoes. 

“We are sure we will. Still, we have no idea why you called us.” She sighed. 

Penina Anderson was a twenty-nine, mixed gorgeous Native-American woman. She is a history professor. Curly short noir hair, and golden-brown eyes, wore a dark grey hooded long coat, red pants, a long-sleeved sweater, and winter boots. 

“Besides, we have classwork to prepare for our students.” The history instructor scoffed. 

“That is right. I have called you to tell you about the prophecy given by Lord God Almighty.” Madame Webclass wheezed. 

Sarah Pollington in her thirties, Asian woman. She is a science professor. With dark golden hair and emerald eyes, wears a hooded brunette coat, a navy long skirt, a Christmas-long-sleeved red sweater, and low-heeled shoes. 

“Please do tell us,” Ms. Pollington begged. 

Judea Nazareth a biology professor was forty, a British man. He is a biology professor. Short brown hair cut, brunette eyes, wears a hooded long trench coat, jeans, navy sweater, and snicker shoes. 

“Huh, well, shortly, a boy from out of this place,” Mr. Nazareth replied. 

Mardochee Dawson, the math professor was a fifties, Egyptian white man. He has a haircut, and caramel eyes, and wore a hooded long thick blue jacket, suit pants, purple shirt, and Nike shoes.

“Meaning an outsider boy. Not born within the golden unbreakable invisible barrier?” Prof. Mardochee gasped. 

“Right, my boy. Not from this world. A boy ordained by the Everlasting God Almighty, to one day, unite the two worlds, and stand as an unbendable impediment against the forces of all evil.” Madame Webclass responded. 

Prof. Caleb Webclass and Anatomy were in his mid-thirties, the charming irresistible American man. He was second in line to his older twin brother to succeed their grandmother. Wears the darkest garment, a hooded long cloak, his eyes are a golden brunette, and he wears waterproof boots.  

“For real, grandmother?” Prof. Webclass asked. 

“Surely. I am positively sure he will come, but none of you will know he is the one.” Madame Webclass answered. 

“And would you care to tell us his name?” Monsieur Webclass asked. 

Monsieur Obed Webclass, the substituted was in his mid-thirties, the handsome irresistible American man. He had a younger twin brother, Caleb. Wears a white long-sleeved garment, his eyes are amber-brown, and he wears noir boots. 

All glanced at Madame Webclass, giving up her last breath with a smile on her face. Her second grandson was more affected by his grandmother’s death after he walked away in tears. 

“My brother it is well. And you call let it all out!” said Monsieur Webclass. 

“Brother, tell would you, please? Why does Grandmother have to go now? This school still needs her.” Prof. Webclass sobbed.

“I am here, remembered? Together we are going to take care of her precious students,” Monsieur Webclass offered. 

“That is right, my boy. Our new Monsieur Webclass is right. We are all here to take care of her students like we promised before she would die, remember,” Prof. Mardochee interrupted.  

All the instructors agreed with the new headmaster and they bid their farewell to Madame Webclass.

Monsieur Webclass' cried his sorrow out when he saw his grandmother's lifeless body lying peacefully on the deathbed.

CHAPTER THREE

  ARRIVAL

In the precious stone sea-blue gems hospital, pure golden bed with red cushion mattress, and marble stone floor, I discovered myself on my feet in the morning around eight. 

We were on our way to my transfer school in Minnesota, as my old friend promised early in the morning.  

I never set my eyes or said farewell to my two friends, Nathan and Simone.  

All the professors at the boarding high school and other local townspeople's generation who had come to live in Meadow for many years had forgotten about Esther, the Madame Headmistress’s prophecy.  

They had been waiting for it to unfold, but today is the twenty-third year.  

Namani, my old mentor’s fifth grandchild Sheba Webclass, was driving silently in the woods though it was my car, Sheba insisted on driving me to the Museum of Prophecy, the most famous boarding academy in Minnesota.  

She was in her mid-thirties, a mixed African-British woman from England. She is an English Language and Physics professor. Dark green warm eyes, low raven-colored curly hair, wears a hooded and pink coat, a skirt that reaches her knees, a green Christmas sweater, and brunette shoes. 

“Namani, mind if I ask? Would you mind telling me where you are taking me?” I answered.  

Namani Webclass, seventy-seven, is a luminous gorgeous African-British woman, with straight noir hair, brown eyes, a white dress, a thick mahogany brown coat, and winter noir boots. 

“Relaxed, I am taking you to the high school where I used to go when I was your age. And I know that you are in your final years, but I am taking you to this high school.” Mrs. Webclass answered. 

“And what is this high school academic?” I asked. 

“Let us see. Jesus, I have forgotten the name of it. And just calm down because you will soon find out.” Sheba laughed. 

I just sighed deeply as Sheba drove deeper into the woods. She came to a complete stop deep in a noir forest, I opened the door of the car and found myself outdoors. I was scanning around, and I watched my mentor's grandchild opening the car’s boot and giving me a bag of clothes. 

“Me neither. Williams, forgive me, but I brought you here. And because I wanted you to complete your academic and find someone to settle down with in the future-.” Mrs. Webclass added. 

Hope Macclenny, forty-seven, is a cute British man and the doorman of the unbreakable invisible golden barrier. He has caramel eyes, a noir professional haircut, a beard, a khaki trench coat, a hoodie cloak, black pants, and protective shoes. 

“Morning. Finally, the boy prophesied by the oldest prophetess of the Lord God Almighty has arrived. Nope, I am wrong with this one too. And besides, welcome to the Museum of Prophecy." The voice interfered. 

“Prophesied by the oldest prophetess. Would you mind telling me what you mean?” I asked. 

The creature’s screeches disconnected all three of us. 

“No, no, no! Nothing important. And walked fast inside the unbreakable invisible barrier with me.” Hope scolded. 

“Would you mind telling me what that is? And who are you?” Mrs. Webclass asked. 

“Now it is not time for an introduction, Mrs.--!” Hope roared. 

Until the unidentified man pulled both of my mentor’s, Sheba’s, and my hands. 

He jumped with us into the pure luminous brightest golden light to another side.

It was an invisible barrier to Meadow's townspeople and the Musuem's students to protect and keep out evil spirits such as the monster that interrupt us.

Only those with the purest of hearts might enter the barrier but it is unbearable for evil spirits to come in. Because the moment it's crossed through the invisible pure golden barrier, it's vanquished to ashes.

Though you my readers might think Meadow is a safe paradise deep in the dark woods, one man's sin causes it refugee to be more life-threatening.

Inside the barrier through Meadow's dark woods, there is a monstrous beast on the loose named Shadow. Terrorizing both the Museum's property, students, and townspeople.

“Mind telling me who are you? Now that we are safe?” Mrs. Webclass asked

“Exactly. My name is Hope, the Doorman of the invisible unbreakable barrier. And you are?” Hope answered. 

“Wait. Did you say your name is Hope?” Mrs. Webclass blinked. 

“Sure, and why?” Hope replied wearily. 

“My name is Mrs. Namani Webclass and my fifth grandchild is Sheba Webclass. And this is my old friend slash mentor Mwamba Williams.” Mrs. Webclass answered. 

“Webclass, is this truly you? And I remember you, Sheba Webclass. It has been decades!” Hope chuckled. 

“That is right, Macclenny.” Mrs. Webclass scoffed. 

“My good Jesus, it has been years for both of you! And I am told by Monsieur Decruz to escort--. I mean, I was supposed to meet a boy. And not two over-age girls like you!” Hope added. 

“Rude. Could you tell me who this young man’s name is?” Sheba asked. 

“I have no idea. Still, why do you want to know--?” Hope asked. 

Sheba bursts out laughing her eyes out while Hope groans in annoyance. 

“Mwamba Williams is not the young man you are supposed to escort to Monsieur Decruz’s bureau?” Mrs. Webclass asked. 

“I do know all of that! And sure, his name is what you just mentioned.” Hope gulped. 

“Right. I was told by Monsieur Decruz yesterday that I will bring my old friend Williams here this early in the morning. And isn’t it safe for us to go out of the barrier?” Mrs. Webclass asked. 

“Let me check,” Hope answered.  

Hope scanned around the outside of the barrier both high in the silhouette forest’s sky and through the forest though remaining inside it. Neither did he see a threatening danger. 

“I am sure you might. I do not think there is something dangerous out there. And Mwamba Williams waits for me here, understood. I am escorting these ladies outside the barrier from any threats.” Hope continued. 

“I agree. And see you around Namani. And say morning to Monique for me, please Sheba?” I pleaded. 

“I will. See you around Williams.” Sheba answered. 

Hope took out his two-edged sword and was in the lead, and Mrs. Webclass and Sheba followed behind him outside the invisible barrier.  

Arriving in front of my car door, both climbed in and closed the door fast.  

I overheard Sheba turning the engine on, till three of them were discontinued by the beast’s roar. As Hope was about to turn around, the beast flung him hard on the nearby tree. 

“Hope! No!” I shouted. 

“Namani! Sheba, now! Get out of here!” Hope gasped. 

Both of my old friends into the car yelped and turned on the engine. 

It roared to life, tires screeched away, Hope was panting heavily, and the beast snarled furiously at him the moment it landed. 

Sheba drove away fast and disappeared out of sight deep within the natural forest.  

Hope with his left strength picked up the double-edged weapon and charged after the ravenous-winged creature.  

I watched Hope being pummeled repeatedly hard on the dry leaves of meadow ground.  

I was about to penetrate its huge claw on Hope’s forehead, I did not have any choice but to save him.

I rushed out of the invisible barrier without a second thought.

“Jesus Christ, Hope. That was surely close.” I gasped. 

“I agree with you. And at least your mentor and Sheba are safe.” Hope laughed. 

“Correct,” I answered.  

I picked up the double-edged sword, somersault, and pierced the weapon through its heart. The creature squealed in agony when it felt the sword penetrate through him.  

It burned to ashes as I watched Hope pant extremely hard.

I helped him up and both of us found ourselves inside the unbreakable invisible golden barrier. 

Meadow is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid village.

It has the oldest academic named the Museum of Prophecy which was once a palace of Winslow's royal family forefather. 

It was given to old Madame Esther Webclass's forefather as a boarding academy property for royals, nobles, and adolescents with wealthy families across the world.

Thus it gained the name of the Museum of Prophecy.

It has green pastures vibrant in life to all the cattle, sheep, and all kinds of grass-eating animals.  

The sun in Meadow is not as hot as the scorching sun in the Sahuarita desert, it is vibrating. This marvelous kingdom has four seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter. It was spring in the Meadow.  

Engulfed by nothing but endless serenity, all both riches, middle-class, and poor people go to their farm fields that are near the freshwater river. 

Deep dark longest natural trees forest with the thickest tall bushes.  

A steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods led villagers to scoop fresh river water in their jars, pots, and other fillers for them to drink.  

Around that time, a female student in his eighteen came out of the navy truck, the moment it stopped near the noir woods. 

“Ezra Prediction, are you going on foot in the life-threatening wood to the Museum of Prophecy safe?” The man said. 

“I am sure. And I have gone on this same route for three decades. I mean since my first year.” Ezra reported. 

“Excellent. Still, I could drive you. I have all day.” The man repeated. 

“No thank you, Mr. Willow, I will be fine.” Ezra continued.  

Goodness Willow, forty-seven, mixed Native American, and was wearing a police officer’s uniform and it hooded raincoat. 

“Great then if you insist. And heading further if you have gotten into any problem, you have my number to contact me.” Goodness said. 

“I will, Uncle Goodness,” Ezra noted. 

Goodness bid his niece farewell as he watched her walk out of sight. 

She entered the dark thickest longest natural woods and tall thickest bushes. 

Ezra finds herself sitting on the root of the oak tree to quench her thirst.

Overhearing, something moves through the bushes that startled her. 

“Jesus. And what is that?” Ezra continued.  

Observing the bushes once something moves through it leaves fast. 

Instantly, an unidentified shadow bounced out the thickest of the bush and pounced on her and the rest of Ezra, was a horrifying history. 

Ezra screamed after she saw something unimaginable pouncing on her, molding her to pieces and its roars echoed into the vast woods. 

Her screaming altogether with the shadow’s roar fades through the wind of the woods.  

Hope and I sit on the comfortable couches in Monsieur Decruz’s bureau. 

“Williams, welcome to Monsieur Decruz's domain,” Hope answered. 

“And thank you very much, Hope,” I said. 

“Um, Williams. Welcome to the Museum of Prophecy.” Monsieur Decruz answered. 

“I am sure that all the pleasure is mine.” I sighed. 

“That is perfectly fine. And I am heading out, headmaster.” Hope responded. 

“Excellent. Besides, thank you for bringing Mwamba Williams.”  Madame Decruz laughed. 

“Nothing I can do but help because I am a doorman, remember?” Hope suggested. 

“And does your first name mean rock in Swahili, right? “ Monsieur Decruz asked. 

I inhaled in annoyance. Monsieur Decruz burst into laughter, Hope looked at him with a smile and was out of sight.  

I was looking at her with a serious expression face, laughter was gone from my heart.  

I have distanced myself from everyone after Michelle Willson shattered my heart in pieces. 

“Christ, Mwamba. Have some sense of humor.”  Monsieur Decruz snickered. 

“Forgive me for bursting your bubble. And to tell you the truth, laughter is no longer in my heart.” I scoffed. 

“I see. And I have someone who will tell you about our school.”  Monsieur Decruz replied. 

“Have your way, Decruz.” I scoffed. 

An unidentified, tiny Native American girl discontinued both of us.

CHAPTER FOUR

  FINDING THE HEADLESS GIRL'S CORPSE 

I blinked for a moment because I was wondering how I would react to such interference. I looked at her, gulping in fright, as she got closer to us. 

“I am here, Monsieur Decruz. And I am sorry that I am late.” the girl continued. 

“That is all right, Abbie. And this is our new transfer, Mwamba Williams.” Monsieur Decruz said. 

“Christ. And is it the boy I want you to show him around the Museum?” He continued. 

“That is right, Monsieur Decruz. Please, this way Mwamba.” Abbie said. 

“Um, please call me Williams,” I responded. 

“Forgive me, Williams it is.” Abbie nodded. 

Abbie led the way and was showing me around the Museum of Prophecy.  

“Forgive me for intruding. I overheard Monsieur Decruz announcing that you are from outside of the unbreakable pure golden barrier?” Abbie continued. 

“I am. And what about it?” I asked. 

“Nothing much. And well, that is the nerd group in the east, rich students in the north, normal ones south, and that is my somewhat team in the west.” Abbie responded.  

“I see. And that must be interesting.” I scoffed. 

In the distance, I saw all my new classmates’ eyes looking at me, especially a mixed African gorgeous university student girl talking with her friends.  

I just scoffed, and I overheard her and the others burst into laughter. 

“And the girl you are looking at you, her name is Dawn Willson Winslow. Students here call her, Her Eminence.” Abbie continued. 

“Isn’t it that interesting? To tell the truth, I am most lost my touch.” I scoffed. 

“Ha—ha, come on, and I should lead you to your dormitory.” Abbie nodded.  

“Correct, please lead the way,” I answered. 

Abbie marched in front of me, my backpack was on my shoulder.  

We walked in the hallway of the luxurious marble stone floor.

Later, we discovered ourselves in my enormous dormitory and met another Native American boy. 

“Morning, roommate. Must be Mwamba Williams?” He asked. 

“And you are?” I asked back. 

“Nazareth. I mean, my name is Nazareth Willows, I am her cousin.” Nazareth responded. 

“I see. Call me Williams. And nice to meet you both. Excuse me, and thank you for telling me about this academy.” I sighed. 

“Welcome. I hope we can be friends.” Nazareth laughed. 

“I guess. I am going to think about it—.” I paused. 

Abbie Willows and her cousin Nazareth exchanged stares, and I silently marched to my bed on the right side of the wall.  

Abbie burst into laughter in silence and was out of our sight. 

In the silhouette thickest, longest natural trees forest, two police officers find the corpse of Ezra in pieces. It was pouring endlessly. 

“Goodness, I am sorry for your loss.” consoled Amena. 

“That is right, Amena. And it seems as if her head is missing.” Goodness reported. 

“Surely. I supposed we might deal with a supernatural murderer.” Amena continued. 

“Might be right. Listen, Amena, you are telling the truth. Would you look at this bloodied claw scratch on the ground where my niece lay?” Goodness asked. 

Goodness Willow just sighed in disappointment and thundered roar gently.  

Both were wearing hooded raincoats as Goodness scavenged around to find some more clues. 

I sat on the computer that Mrs. Webclass bought for me, I was about to type something when I was distracted by Nazareth’s singing. 

“Forgive me? And what are you doing?” I asked. 

“I am singing of course. Am I bothering you?” Nazareth asked. 

I scoffed with shock while I stared at him emotionlessly. 

“And please cut that thing out!” I snapped. 

“No can-do man. I was here first. And you must abide by my rule, Comprende?” He repeated. 

“I will not tell you for the second time. This is my warning for the last time to stop whatever you are doing. Or else you will not like what I will do to you, am I understood?” I warned. 

Nazareth continued to sing. I was overwhelmed by rage and was about to walk toward him, but he blocked my path face-on. 

“Do not test me, Williams, I am begging you. And what is the matter with you? To tell you the truth, you are just a mere boy from the outside. Neither are you able to challenge me.” Nazareth scoffed. 

“Meaning?” I blinked.

“Meaning I will beat a lesson out of you, and no one will recognize you. And it is best if you remain in your area. Maybe get back to doing whatever you were about to do, I understood.” Nazareth continued. 

“Jesus, I am shaking in my boots. I mean, in my sneakers, is not that classic—,” I muttered. 

“Morning, Williams. And welcome to the Museum of Prophecy. Huh-um, did I come at the wrong time?” Interrupted the woman. 

“Not at all. I am welcoming my favorite African roommate’s company with overjoy, Ms. Macclenny.” Nazareth chuckled. 

“Right, is not that nice? And William, I am only here to bring you this uniform. I mean, since it is raining here, I brought you a hooded rain trench coat. I was told by old Mrs. Webclass that your favorite color is white, but we only have light grey and navy shirts. Is that all right with you?” Mrs. Macclenny asked. 

“Excellent. I have a lot of Sky-blue suits so, that is fine with me.” I replied. 

“I see. And would you please put it on and come to the Train of Defense? It is a physics education class?” Mrs. Macclenny pleaded. 

“That is even better. And I am coming after I am done.” I sighed. 

“Excellent. And so, I will be going back to my bureau.” Mrs. Macclenny replied.  

I nodded at Mrs. Macclenny, she hit the exit and was out of sight. 

“I must warn you, Williams, my friend.” Nazareth interfered. 

“I am not your friend, got it, Nazareth! I do not want anybody!” I shouted. 

“Right, right. But I must warn you that students in there will eat you alive. I mean skin you alive, that is what I meant to say.” Nazareth responded.  

“Like I said, Nazareth. That will be classic.” I scoffed.  

I rushed to my changing closet and came out in my uniform. 

“Perfect. And I have no idea that the uniform would fit you perfectly.” Nazareth continued. 

“Me neither. I thought it was big for me, but I was wrong.”  

Nazareth was about to hug me, but I moved back to avoid him.  

“Not a fan of hugs. Right, I see Williams?” Nazareth blinked. 

“I guess. And if you excuse me, Nazareth.” I scoffed. 

Nazareth nodded as I marched towards the door exit silently. Out of his sight while he inhaled heavily.  

Outside, it was pouring the moment I reached the exit, I put on my hooded rain trench coat that reached my legs.  

CHAPTER FIVE

  I DO NOT NEED YOUR SAVING

I was on my way to the Train of Defense P.E.  

Uncomfortableness overwhelmed my spirit as I was walking. Above me, I saw a huge angelic statue stone falling towards me. Out of nowhere, something dragged me out of the way before that statue crashed me to powder.  

Both of us collapsed to the floor, grunting in pain. Through my blurry vision, I saw a girl whom I thought to be a mixed chocolate-skinned African.

My eyesight became clear when I met face-to-face with Dawn Wilson Winslow. 

“Get off me.” I continued. 

“Man, so much for saying thank you. And relax, I will do nothing to you. I just saved you.” Winslow gulped. 

“I did not need your saving, understand Winslow!” I roared. 

“Got it. Are you telling me you would rather be crushed by a statue than be saved by me? Besides, why are you having this bitter of my overwhelming harshness against me?” Winslow peeped. 

“No need to answer your annoying questions. Here I was thinking about what the point of living in this cruel world is. And oh, wait, my wish has been granted by being crushed by a statue. But here you came and thwack my plan, how dare you?” I shouted. 

“Listen, Mwamba. I was only trying to help.” Winslow responded. 

“My name is Williams! And why can anyone I meet say my name, right?” I roared. 

“I am sorry for ruining your plan.” Winslow apologized. 

I just grunted in frustration, got back on my feet, and walked away quietly.  

Winslow stared at me with shock in her eyes as she sat on a watery, cold marble floor.  

Inside, about a hundred trainees were fighting two by two with their swords.  

I was walking in the school's hallway and for a few minutes I reached room hundred and two on the door. 

One boy was being knocked down by a girl over and over as he fell hard on the mattress cushion. 

“Point again. Christ, Herod. And why don’t you give up? Are you wishing for your deathbed?” Willson laughed. 

“Not even close. And you know that I am doing my best, Willson. And please give me a break!” Herod complained. 

“I beg your pardon. And stand up to fight light a man.” Willson scoffed.  

Herod stood firm but Willson knocked him to the mattress while saying point the fifth time. 

“Mrs. Anderson, Willson is not fighting fairly,” Herod called. 

“Nonsense. Must put effort into your fight, Mr. Judea—!” Mrs. Anderson sighed. 

“That is right. And why won’t you give up? Excuse me, I am announcing my next opponent.” Willson called. 

I open the door and walk straight indoors. All eyes of both boys and girls looked in my direction. They were wondering about my identity in shock as I marched towards Herod and the girl.

“I will fight you,” I claimed. 

Willson glanced in front of her and was covering her mouth to see me. I was bewildered too to have seen her at the Museum of Prophecy. 

“My. If it is not Williams himself. And what brought you here to my domain?” Willson chuckled. 

“Save your breath, Willson. First, this is not your domain but a private school. Besides, are you here to talk or fight?” I scoffed. 

“Jesus, still sore about what happened?” Willson teased. 

“Let us fight to the death!” I interfered. 

“Even better,” Willson added.  

I gazed at her without a care in the world, Willson was observing me with widened eyes. 

I was focusing on her with my unhappy eyes that showed death itself.  

Willson saw that love was not in my eyes, only dullness of emotionlessly. 

“Fight to the death? Can you even hear yourself, Williams?” Willson gasped. 

“I can hear myself loud and clear. Are you going to fight or ask me these unanswerable questions? Besides, what are you doing here?” I roared. 

“My parents sent me to live with my grandaunt,” she replied.  

“I see.” I nodded.  

My heart was aching to see such a jerk heartbreaker like her, but she charged after me.” Willson answered.  

Neither did we care as we charged each other with our swords clashed. Willson knocked me over after saying a word point with her sword. 

“I told you, Williams. And I am the best. Neither are you good at sword fighting so it will be best if you just give up. I mean before anything gets messier.” Willson continued. 

“Let us find out. Neither do I ever give up am I understood?” I nodded. 

“Right, fight to the death it is.” Willson groaned.  

Willson charged after me but I backflipped and knocked her over with my feet on the mattress. With my sword, I pointed at her chest. 

“And it seems as if we are even, madame overconfidence?” I answered. 

“Not so overconfident, it was just lucky Williams. This time around I will not take it easy on you.” Willson replied. 

“As I said, let us find out.” I nodded.  

Willson charged after me holding back, but I blocked all her advances in a sword duel.  

I ended up being a champion, however, Willson did not take it lightly.  

She scratches my right arm with her sword.  

I collapsed from exhaustion because I had not eaten since morning. 

I opened my eyes a minute later with Dawn Willson Winslow attending to my scratch wound.

“It is about time you open your eyes, Williams, my friend.” The girl interrupted. 

“And who are you?” I asked. 

“My name is Clarence Mossman. I am seventeen years old.” Clarence replied.  

I looked around where I saw Monsieur Decruz and my heartbreaker herself. 

“Willson? And what is your reason for doing here, don’t you have something else to do?” I blinked. 

“Right, right, I am going. Sheesh, you do not have to be that harsh.” Willson muttered. 

I grunted in annoyance, Willson stood up and walked away out of our sight. 

“Williams, are you unwell?” Monsieur Decruz asked. 

“I am fine, Monsieur Decruz.” I reported. 

“I see. And then I am glad that you are awake. I am leaving you in the capable hands of these girls.” Monsieur Decruz answered.

“Not all, Monsieur Decruz. I am done.” Winslow groaned.

“Even better. And did you bring food for him?” Monsieur Decruz chuckled silently.  

“That is right. Here it is.” Clarence added.  

Clarance put my food in front of me, she watched me eat unless Herod walked right into the infirmary. 

“Jesus Christ, Williams. And I am glad that you are fine. Besides, thank you for helping me out.” Herod interfered. 

“No, I did not help you, Herod. I only wanted to put the overconfidence in her place.” I answered. 

“I understand that. Willson is full of herself. No offense, Clarence.” Herod apologized.

“Not at all, Judea. And offense for what?” Clarence asked.

I was looking at them talking, while I munched on my food. Out of nowhere, the lights blink. 

CHAPTER SIX

 MAN IN THE SHADOW 

My classmates Clarance and Herod were flung hard on the wall, and I overheard roaring in front of me. I saw the silhouette of darkness coming at the fastest speed. 

“Jesus. And in the world is that thing.” Clarence continued. 

“No idea. And it is coming after Williams.” Herod responded.  

All three of us watched it getting closer to me, reaching me in time, but the brightest light came out of nowhere. 

Overheard it screeching, but there was another male voice. I opened my eyes and saw the headless Herod’s corpse collapsing to the floor dead.  

His chest did not have any bloodied, life-threatening holes, but it was intact.  

On the wall, Clarance was unconscious with only a bloody unmarked on it above his corpse. 

I looked in front of me a few distances, and the silhouette of darkness was forming.  

It was like water waves gathering on the marble ground into the tornado tycoon.  

Inside, I saw the face of an irresistible, unidentified woman looking at me. 

“I must warn you to stay away from Clarance. Or else, you will regret ever coming to the Museum of Prophecy.” The woman said. 

It was out of my sight, when Monsieur Decruz, Mrs. Macclenny, and Mrs. Anderson walked into the infirmary. Mrs. Anderson screamed in fright and baffled at the same time as she saw Herod’s headless corpse. 

Mrs. Macclenny contacted the police instantly after she caught Clarance. 

“Williams? And what happened here?” Monsieur Decruz asked. 

“Murdered by the unidentified silhouette of a man in the shadow,” I responded. 

“Um, I beg your pardon. And what do you mean, a particular man?” Monsieur Decruz added. 

“I am telling you all that malevolent is on the arisen. And it warns me to stay away from Clarence. Or else I will regret ever coming to this school.” I answered. 

“For real?” Goodness repeated. 

“That is right, officer,” I replied. 

“Would you show what a woman looks like?” Goodness asked. 

“She was around thirty had curly short hair, and was British American.” I continued. 

“I see. And evening old friend, Manolo?” Goodness nodded. 

“Evening, Goodness. Nice to see you. And am I allowed to take our transfer student out of the school? He had a doctor’s appointment in Meadow’s town of the kingdom.” Monsieur Decruz repeated. 

“Have your way. And see you at the Museum of Prophecy’s twenty-third anniversary tonight.” Goodness answered. 

“Correct. Williams, is your strength restored?” Monsieur Decruz nodded. 

“Sure. I am healthy as a lion.” I answered. 

“Even better.” Monsieur Decruz responded.  

Later, I was sitting alone in the restaurant when a familiar voice interrupted the silence. 

“Goodness. I was not hoping to see you here. And what brings you here?” Winslow asked. 

“I have a meetup with my doctor, Winslow. Monsieur Decruz left me here.” I spoke. 

“I see. And I must warn you, you will get into a lot of trouble when the local people see you in the academy uniforms.” Winslow repeated. 

“Trust me, I am not afraid,” I replied. 

“I think you should be afraid—,” Winslow reported. 

“Jesus. Would you look at that? And howdy, boy, have some nerve showing up in our village with these clothes, Musuem?” The first male voice interfered.  

I looked in front of me and saw five boys. 

“Um, first, my name is not Museum. And secondly, do not howdy me because I am not a cowboy.” I sighed. 

“My boy has some guts. Now we must teach you how to respect your elders.” The second boy laughed. 

“If you were my elders; would you get out of here before you get hurt? And I have the right to wear whatsoever I please.” I inhaled. 

“Let us get him!” The third boy shouted. 

“Right.” Boy, four and five agreed. 

All five of the local boys did not stop for a moment but charged after, but I somersaulted.  

Twisted on one of them his neck and flung him hard on the wall.  

Two of the boys came at me but twisted in an acrobatic way. I thwacked the one on the right hard to the ground.  

I was left with only one who punched me on the head as I collapsed to the floor hard, but I dodged when he was about to step on me.  

I kicked him with a bit of force on his knees. He wailed in pain as he collapsed to his knees. 

“Even better. And it seems as if you got some life-threatening martial arts on your sleeves.” Winslow joked. 

“Um, please, do be dramatic Winslow!” I sighed. 

“But it is the truth. And I am sorry if I sound cheesy. I was wondering if I could see you again at the festival.” Winslow laughed. 

“Um, I guess.” I inhaled.  

All three boys I beat were groaning in pain as Dawn Winslow burst into laughter quietly.  

I walked back to my seat; my doctor arrived a little bit later and asked me how well I had gotten.  

I told her I was fine, bid farewell to me, and walked out of sight.  

Moments later, I discovered myself walking around the mistletoe trees at the boarding school.

I caught Clarence, who crashed into me at our ongoing Thanksgiving festival before she would collapse to the dry leaves’ meadow ground.  

Instantly, I saw her beheaded by a malevolent shadow with a big mouth and canine choppers.  

She ran away deeper into the dark woods; I followed her, but she continued running while looking at me. 

“Clarence, wait up. And please do go there!” I called.  

Clarence was sweating more, as she was still fleeing even faster into the wood endlessly.  

I chased after her, trying to stop her. 

“Clarence! Please, stop. And where do you think you are going?” I continued. 

“Please, leave me alone, Williams.” Clarence roared. 

“No! And I beg you not to go there in the noir woods.” I insisted. 

“And why should I listen to you? Besides, are you trying to become a threat to me?” Clarence asked.  

Out of nowhere, I discovered myself crushing hard on the earth under an enormous oak tree’s shade.  

I remained pinned there as Clarence kept pushing me with her untenable telekinesis strength. 

“Because you are in terrible danger. I saw it in my vision.” I screamed. 

I was still pinned on the ground of the oak tree meadow. Clarence burst out laughing, her eyes out insanely. 

She was choking the life out of me. In the distance, I saw a silhouette of darkness coming at her at the fastest speed as it destroyed everything in its path. 

“Williams, do you think I would believe your—?” Clarence asked. 

“Look out, Clarance. Behind you!” I shouted.  

Shadow roared furiously after it came behind her at its fastest speed.  

It opened its big mouth to her before she could react, but the rest was history as her corpse fell to the earth. 

I watched Clarence screaming in agony after I remained there on the ground, paralyzed. 

Shadow roared as it came after me, and I realized that I was next. I screamed in my worst nightmare as it tried to gabble me, but the brightest light came out of nowhere.  

It screeched in pain and ran out of sight. I gained control of my body and began crawling toward the lifeless body of Clarance. 

“Jesus. No. Clarence. Clarence, can you hear me? Please, wake up.” I panted.

I was myself deep in dark woods, covered in red stains of her blood, on some parts of my clothes.

At a further distance, I felt unidentified malevolent evil looking straight at me in the thickness of the bushes.

I shook off the feeling by getting on my feet from the meadow ground.

On, my way to the Museum’s property while shivering at the sight of being spared by the shadow monster.

Later, it was revealed to be a man that has a resemblance facial as Monsieur Decruz who smirked at me maliciously before scattering out of existence.

Continued on the mystery crime of 'Museum finding themselves attending a classmate's funeral. Being asked about the one responsible for her death is kind of frustrating. Even worse, she is accused of being responsible for her death. The missing body of his classmate asked if he would join the tournament by signing the paper, and the decapitated old man warned him not to drive to the local restaurant. being pushed into the swamp in the thorns and pain racing tournament and surrounded by swarms of starving crocodiles. That is not a hilarious picture.

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