Survival Of the Unworthy Chapter 2: Herewood Recovery Camp

First, have you read chapter 1? Chapter 2 begins below.

Aston sat in his room in the dark, just thinking about how much he spent in his room. Everyday Aston tries to not think about that horrible day in his past. But all he seemed to do was think about it. He thought about how vulnerable he was that day and how he never wanted to experience it again. But whenever he went to sleep, those experiences fell into his dreams over and over. Constantly, He’d dreamed about the fire that burned one of the tortured victims, Peace, alive, he dreamed of the balls which fell from the ceiling in the school’s hallways, he dreamed about the blinking on-and-off lights in the hallways that made him experience darkness and fear, he dreamed of the bullet wounds on his hand and his arms from his encounters that day, and the lastly he dreamed about Roxie. Even though Roxie and him went through the same things together and knew she was only a victim, he didn’t want to think or see her. She was a part of his past and his past was packed with horrid imagery of a that day.  It would be better if he’d just forget about it.

Aston was on his way to dozing off, probably to only be awaken by another nightmare. But his alarm clock woke him up and he had to get ready to work with his father. He got out of bed and took his shower. Then after his shower, he went to the kitchen to find two suitcases by the fridge. Then he looked at the fridge confused.

“Dad!” he called out. He moved the suitcases so he could grab some milk for his cereal. As his  father walked into the kitchen, he saw Aston found the suitcases.

“I’m guessing you’re wondering why there are suitcases here?” his father answered. Aston nodded.

Steve didn’t want to tell Aston what was next, but Steve knew that what he was doing for Aston was the right thing to do.

“Aston, I packed those bags for you,” Aston eyes grew wide, thinking of his father sending him back to his mother, back to Portland. Steve saw Aston face. “No, it’s not that. Aston, I’m sending you to get some help. Son, you have to learn how to control your grief or all you will ever do is worry.”

Aston looked at his father not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to leave or experience another change after he had become comfortable living in Texas.

“Where will I be going?” Aston asked his father without looking into his eyes. He felt betrayed all over again. Instead of it being his friend this time, it was his own flesh and blood.

“You will be going to a camp called Herewood Recovery Camp. The camp is in  Idaho Panhandle National Forest. You’ll be living there for a month. You leave tomorrow morning around 9 am.”

Aston looked at his father with such sorrow. He couldn’t believe he being sent to some crazy camp in the woods with crazy, idiotic people. “So you were just going to bail on me like that, without giving it a second thought?” He asked his father. His father looked at him with a straight face. Aston noticed that his father and him were the same height, 5 foot and 11 inches. They both had piercing brown eyes and a stern expression.

“You’re going to leave me in the middle of the woods with strange ‘recovering’ people and expect me to change how I feel about three psychopaths that kept me hostage in my old high school? Dad, if you really think this will change how I am, then you must have lost your mind…just like me,” Aston walked away after he told his father how he felt. He went into his room, laid on his bed facing the ceiling, and took a deep breath. He knew there was no way of getting out of this and he realized he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. He fell into a deep sleep afterward.

*                         *                       *

Roxie walked into the advising office at UCLA, she needed to schedule an appointment with her adviser so she could set-up her a schedule for the fall semester. She knew she had to do it but she didn’t want to. She was actually rethinking going to college, she hated being in lecture halls listening to professors lecture their lessons. She always started daydreaming. When she’d daydreamed, things in her mind begin to surface and always go to that day she hated to remember. Roxie didn’t like it but the only way she could make something of herself is if she went to college. She didn’t want to turn out being like her parents, with no higher education.

“Roxie, I’m so glad you’re here, Can you please come into my office?” Roxie’s adviser Mr. Charles said. Roxie walked into his office and she sat in one of the chairs opposite of Mr. Charles’ desk.

“Mr. Charles, I just want to say I know I haven’t been proficient in school and the school is thinking of getting rid of my scholarship, but I think after the summer sessions, I should be fine, and I’ll be ready to start focusing on my studies,” Roxie explained to her advisor. She really didn’t know if she’d be ready after the summer session. But she knew that she didn’t want to get kicked out of school, not yet at least.

Mr. Charles looked at Roxie and saw the pain she went through. The school wanted to give her a second chance. But they didn’t know if she could ever come back from what she went through. The school gave Mr. Charles the control of Roxie’s fate. Mr. Charles knew Roxie was bright. Also, he knew that he didn’t want her to give up on her future. Mr. Charles was giving her this last opportunity to forget about what happened and move on.

“Roxie, the school and I have decided to give you a second chance. But you have to do something for us in return.” Roxie watched him as he reached into the first drawer of his desk and grabbed a pamphlet. Roxie saw the pamphlet’s title which said “Herewood Recovery Camp.” Then Mr. Charles offered Roxie a smile. “Roxie, the only way to forget about what happened in your past is if you finally grieve and mourn about it. You have to reach recovery or the school won’t give you the scholarship and they will kick you out. Roxie, you are required to go to this camp in Idaho or you won’t be going to UCLA.”

Roxie looked at Mr. Charles with so much shock. She felt outraged but knew that wouldn’t help her situation if she acted upon it. She felt like a sponge with all the emotion she wanted to let out being sucked in all the time. She also felt like a kid again. People were making decision for her that she believed would cause more conflict and disorder.

“Mr. Charles, I can’t go… I can’t go in the middle of nowhere and expect to be so open with my problems. How am I supposed to get to Idaho? I expect the school will just pay for my expenses, or am I suppose to dip into the lovely trust fund my drunk, idiot parents left me?” Roxie asked with a hint of sarcasm at the end. She hated the control that almost everybody seems to have on her. The only way she could express her feelings was if she hurt someone else’s.

“Your boyfriend Michael has volunteered to take care of your expenses to Idaho. You leave tomorrow around ten, both of you. Pack your bags. Ms. Roxie, you have a long summer ahead of you.” Mr. Charles replied quickly, he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.  Roxie was shocked at what he told her.

Michael is in on his she thought.

“This is the time for second chances Roxie.” Mr. Charles whispered. Roxie scowled at the statement. Mr. Charles left his office and Roxie finally understood that she was and always will be…alone.

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What Happened to Reese: Chapter One

“We are bound by the secrets we share.”

                                                -Zoe Heller, What Was She Thinking? 

All seven of them looked at Reese. Reese wasn’t moving, he wasn’t laughing like his usually self. Reese wasn’t even making funny faces. He just laid down on the ground.

“Reese?” Pete called. Reese didn’t respond. Pete looked down at his friend stunned, not knowing what to do. Kaly went over to Reese and held his hand up but it just fell back down. She gasped and went over to Pete and held his hand. Pete didn’t move, he didn’t know what to do.

“You guys, Reese can’t be dead. I mean we didn’t mean to…we didn’t mean to,” Kerry whined. Carrie looked at him with so much disgust.

“It’s your fault. If you just listened to him. He wouldn’t even be in this predicament,” Carrie yells at Kerry. Kerry went up to Carrie’s face.  Carrie didn’t back down, all she did was look him in the eyes.

“Don’t Mixed our problem with this. Not With Pete!”

“He was in this problem as soon as you–” Carrie didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“STOP! We have to figure out what we are going to do,” Pete yelled. Carrie and Kerry stared each other down one more time and then they back away from each other. Selene walked up to Reese and felt his pulse. She heard a faint heartbeat which meant that Reese was still alive. She finally breathes and gave everybody a nod. Everybody was able to breathe knowing that he was still alive.

“We are going to have to call the ambulance and the police,” Selene told the group. She was really close to Reese. He was like a brother to her and he meant the world to everybody in the group. Some people nodded their head when Selene told everybody that they were going to have to call the police but some was refused.

“We shouldn’t have to call the police. If you didn’t blab or if you just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened.” Roma screamed at Selene. Her heavy Brazilian accent made it hard for everybody to understand her. Selene didn’t have anything to say to her. Right now, she was just worried about her friend. Reese shouldn’t have been the one that suffered. He was the main one that tried to bring the group back together but he was the one that ended up in a coma. Selene knew life was unfair.

“We can’t tell anyone what happened.” Kerry announced.

“So what are we suppose to say? This is mainly your fault,” Carrie replied. She was tired of Kerry thinking he was in charge. Kerry caused all the troubles that was happening in the group.

“No, he’s right. If we tell anybody what actually happened then each  and every one of us will get in trouble even Reese. We have to make up a story and then everybody must agree, in no way, we change the story or add anything else to the story. We have a story, we must keep the story,” Selene said to everybody. Mostly, everybody was surprise she agreed with Kerry. Carrie couldn’t even look at Selene, she just glared angrily at Kerry.

“No, I won’t. This was our friend and he suffered because what all of us did,” Pete expressed to Selene. Selene rolled her eyes, she loved Pete, but he and her never agreed on anything. They were always competing with each other and sometimes it was tiring. She was about to say something but then Kaly cut her off.

“Petey, she’s right. You might lose your Stanford Acceptance thingy.” Kaly looked at Pete with puppy eyes, and she put her hand on his arm. Everybody in the group knew Kaly could persuade Pete to do anything so they knew Pete wouldn’t talk.

Calvin looked at Reese and told everybody that he called the ambulance. Calvin wasn’t as close to the group as everybody else was. He started hanging with a different group when he was going with Samantha. But when they broke up, then he begin to hang out with the group again but now, at this very moment, he didn’t want to look or talk to them anymore. Calvin agreed with Kerry, though. He couldn’t let the police into his life, right now. He had too many secrets.

“The story that we tell the paramedics is he was skateboarding on the railing right next to the grassy hill, and he lost control of his skateboard. After that he begin to fall and roll down the hill. He ended up hitting his head on a tree and next thing we know, he fell into a coma,” Kerry explains. Everybody look at him like it was the worst idea they ever heard but they all knew that the police and the hospital would believe the story since Reese was sent to the office so many times for skateboarding.

*               *              *

4 months later

“…And that how the story started. Kerry pushed us into saying Reese was in a coma because he was in a skateboarding accident.” Carrie explained to the guidance counselor James,” Gemini (Gemmy) James couldn’t get the kids to explain to her what happened on November 1. She couldn’t even get them to tell her what happened to Reese. It was already March and these kids have said the same story for forever until now. Gemmy was growing tired, and she wanted the kids to come clean. But they never said anything except Reese is in a coma and he fell of his skateboard.

It had been four months since the accident happen and the kids were to come to the guidance office everyday so they could explain how they felt about Reese going into a coma. Gemmy didn’t realize, until today, that the topic has change from how did they felt about the accident into what actually happened to Reese.

“Okay you guys, we have some missing clues to the puzzle. Are you guys telling me that Reese is in a coma because of something you did?” Gemmy announced to the group. They were all sitting in a circle and looking around the room. This meant they knew something or did something that put Reese into the coma.

“I’m losing my patience. I’ve continually told you, what you say in the group, stays in the group. So can you at least tell me something?” Gemmy asked the group. None of them spoke up and so Gemmy begin to pack up her stuff until Calvin said something.

“Look, Ms. James, we are scared. We are scared for Reese, and we are scared for all of us.” Gemmy didn’t want Calvin to speak that much. She like him too much and didn’t want him in this predicament, but he was Reese’s friend and all of his close friends had to be here.

“This is a confidential meeting. This will stay between you guys and I. These meeting will continue until somebody tells me something. All of your parents are worried about you, and they are not going to stop bothering me until I get something out of you. So please tell me something other than that day Reese went into coma,” Gemmy asked the group. The group all looked at each other like they wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“You know what…whatever; I’m just going to tell her,” Pete said. Kaly tapped his leg and gave him a look. “I’m tired of being quiet…you wanna how this started? It all started with you, Ms. James.”

Gemmy looked at all the student in the room; Carrie Coppleman, Selene Mchaven, Kaly Evergreen, Pete Pailet, Calvin Hubersmith, Kerrington Arhmest, and Roma Manuellen all nodded saying she was the cause of their troubles.

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What Happened to Reese?: Introduction

“Nothing Stays Secret Forever”  

                        Jennifer R. Hubbard

Meet Reese! He is 17 years old about to graduate high school and go to college on a football scholarship. He’s your average high school boy;he makes average grades, plays really good football, and now he’s in the hospital with a coma. Reese might have been a player, and a daredevil but he had a huge heart for his friends. The thing is nobody knows what happen to him, and the people who may know aren’t talking. The huge question that everybody in Clearwater Bridge High school is asking is how Reese fell into a coma and what might his friends be hiding.

Before Reese fell into a coma, Clearwater Bridge’s rich kids owned the school, and nothing could ruin being voted the most likely to succeed high school. These 8 kids live for their popularity. They live for their fancy cars, designer clothes, and their money. But can money really buy happiness? What happens when these rich kids and their clique falls apart? The secrets, betrayals, and backstabbing are causing them to lose one another and what will happen when the unthinkable happens? Are they willing to keep a secret that can ruin their lives forever or will they finally share their story? And then there’s Reese, poor Reese, how does he play into the story? Will Reese ever wake or will he be doom to forever hide in this secret’s shadow?


Hide and I’ll Seek: Strange

Black shirt and blue jeans, he might as well have said Black or Latino person, Roxie thought. It was such a broad description.

They had about four more minutes to look for this person. Roxie and Aston were in the cafeteria pacing back and forth. Aston stared at Roxie with frightened eyes.

“I have to get Mace back. So we need to at least try to find her,” Aston said to Roxie. Roxie was looking more tired and stressed out than ever. Roxie cursed.

“I’m trying the best I can, Aston, but I have seen and heard six people killed tonight. I have been up since 4am yesterday morning. I’m tired and I’m scared. All I wanna do is go home. I know you want to find Mace, but I can’t take this anymore,” Roxie whined. Tears were finally flowing down her eyes. She fell to the ground and sobbed quietly.

Aston was pretty jumpy because of the amount time. He kneeled down and grabbed her face.

“You can’t crack Roxie. I need you and you need me. Roxie, you are stronger than me and we both need to put our heads together to save these people…ok?” Aston said. Aston didn’t like seeing Roxie upset especially since this was the first time she has broken down in front of him like this.

“Wait! Have you noticed that all the people who he’s been killing has been in Mr. Gliden’s class?” Roxie asked.

“No, not until now,” Aston replied.

“So think about it. Remember, in class, when we said that black people look good in white and white people look good in black? So this person started wearing black all the time?”

“Warren!” Both said in unison.

“But where could he be?” Aston asked.

“We should check the locker rooms again.”

Aston got up off the floor and then helped Roxie. They ran into the library to get the keys. They ran back out and then towards the locker room. Roxie was thinking, why wasn’t anything happening to them. Usually the light would be flickering on and off and something would be falling from the ceiling, but there was nothing.

Instead of entering the girls’ locker room, they went to the boys’. Aston turned on Roxie’s flashlight.

“Warren! Warren!” Roxie and Aston called out. They looked all around the locker room but they couldn’t find him.

“He’s not in here,” Aston yelled.  Aston was thinking there was probably only one minute left and he might not even make it to the same room Warren was in.

“Okay, where are the some other places that Warren would be?” Roxie asked.

“His classes,” Aston said.

“No, too obvious. There are only two classes I know he has and that’s because we have those classes together.”

“Hold up. Before they go to their first class and practice, the football team goes to see Coach Green. Coach Green teaches biology upstairs in room 209.”

Roxie and Aston ran towards Coach Green’s room. They still wasn’t any screaming, nothing falling from the ceiling or anything.

It’s probably over five minutes Roxie thought.

They ran to room 209. Aston checked to see if the door was locked but it was open. They walked in, turned on Roxie’s flashlight, and saw Warren lying on his back, locked in chains with tape across his mouth. He looked up and saw Aston and Roxie. He jerked around. Aston went over there with the key.

“” The creep continued to countdown.  Aston had Warren out by the time the creep got to six.

“Thanks, man,” Warren said to Aston. He walked over to Roxie and lifts her from the floor and gave her a big hug. Roxie face was in shock but she hugged him back.

“Good Job, Roxie and Aston. Three more people to save until you can save Mace,” The creep announce on the intercom.

“Just tell us what we have to do next.” Roxie said. She was rubbing her eyes and yawning. How was she sleepy at a time like this? Aston looked at her and he knew she was going to pass out soon. So it would be better if they got this done sooner than later.

“Patience Roxie. The riddle isn’t ready yet.”

“What?” she asked the creep but he didn’t say anything more. Warren and Aston watched Roxie. Roxie was getting angry and cranky. Roxie threw a book on the desk across the room.

“What now?” Roxie asked.

“I guess we wait,” Aston asked. She sat down in a chair and put her head down on the desk.

“I’m going to go to the locker room. I have a flashlight,” Warren said. He walked towards the door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Aston added.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Aston let Warren go. This time it wouldn’t be his fault if Warren died. Aston didn’t have the patience anymore and he was too tired. Roxie put her head up and walked to the door to look out the window. The hallway only had a few lights on so he didn’t know if she could see anything anyway. She walked up to Aston and got close enough to be inches away from his face. Then she grabbed him by the sides of his face. They were so close that Aston thought they were going to kiss. He was about to say something but she put her finger on his lips.

“Don’t talk, just listen and follow.” Roxie whispered to Aston. Then she kissed Aston and with no surprise he kissed her back. It was a long kiss, too. Roxie slowly pulled away but she was still lingered close to his face.

“I think Warren’s working with the creep because why would it be that easy to save Warren but so hard to save everybody else?” Roxie whispered. Aston understood what she was coming from. He knew that they had more than five minutes to save him and there was no trouble finding him at all. The door was unlocked, the lights were on, there was no screaming, and no traps.

Aston was about to say something but she kissed him again. She grabbed his face harder and pull away.

“Don’t say anything, you are facing the camera. You say anything and he’ll know that we know. We just have to keep our cool and think of a way to get out of here.” Roxie pulled away and then put her head back on the desk. Aston look up and saw a camera right across from where he was sitting.

Five minutes later, Warren was back in the room.

“Got the flashlight,” Warren said. Aston just nodded. Roxie picked her head up and smiled at Warren.

“Did you take a nap?” Warren asked Roxie.

“Yep, now I’m full of energy and ready for anything,” Roxie said. She saw Warren smile quiver a bit but then he smile harder. Roxie turned to Aston to prove her point but he knew. Warren was working with the bad guy.

“Aston, Roxie, and Warren move to the gym.” The creep announced. Roxie thought it was strange that he was telling them to go somewhere. Warren began to walk out the room.

“You guys coming?” Warren asked. Aston and Roxie just nodded. Both of them were shaking. Warren walked out the door. Aston and Roxie held hands and followed Warren to the gym.

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Lockdown

The police was blocking the doors and the windows. Each student at Portland Valley High was looking out to see their fellow classmate, Tavon Anderson, get dragged into a police car. Nobody was surprised, Tavon seem like the closet type. The one that would end up bombing the school before graduation. Tavon ending up stabbing another student.

The whole school was placed on lockdown. Every student was to stay in their classes until the principal had said that it is safe to leave. In room 236 Mr. Gliden didn’t care if his students left or not. He hated his job and the students. They didn’t care about doing their work so he decided he didn’t care either. But when it came to projects, he wanted them done and that’s all he really ask his student to always do.

Mr. Gliden sat on his desk while he watched his student accomplishing one of their last projects of the year. His room was one of the most bleak and boring rooms in the entire school, covered in grey with only a few posters and maps of the United States. Mr. Gliden also hated when his students chose to do their work at the last-minute or when they just sat in his class doing nothing. He walked around the room to see if everybody was doing their projects and he found the slackers of his AP Class as usual doing nothing.

“Mr. Aston and Ms. Marcena, as usual, you plan not to do one of my projects again?” Mr. Gliden asked loud enough for the class to hear and now everyone was paying attention. Aston saw everybody looking, he took his feet off the desk and took out his earphones. While Marcena gave Mr. Gliden an ugly glare.

“Its Mace. Mr Gliden, to tell you the truth, I’m not from America and I don’t plan to be here forever. So what’s the point of me doing the project? I bet my partner agrees.” Mace announced even louder than Mr. Gliden. Aston also didn’t care if he did the project or not. He had a C and it was good enough for him.

“Well, Ms. MARCENA, you and your partner’s project will reflect your 4th quarter grade. Don’t do this project and you’ll fail. Also, that means that those lows C’s you had previously during the year, with an E as your quarterly grade, it can average out to a low D so I suggest you get to it.”  Mr Gliden said before he walked away.  As much as Mace and Aston hated history, They wanted to pass. Mace and Aston looked at each other for a long time until Aston got up.

“I’ll grab the markers and you can grab the posters.” Aston told Mace. Aston looked at Mace. The change that she went through was obvious. In 9th grade, she found out that her father was cheating on her mother and her mother ended up going crazy and had to live in a rehabilitation center on 24/7 suicide watch. Mace went from a straight A student to barely passing, having about 7 piercings (5 on her face; nose, Marilyn Monroe, surface by her eye, and lip. Her ear, cartilage and belly button were also pierced) and two tattoos (One saying “Family aint s****”  on her side and the another saying “Think about Cheating on me, I cut your little friend off” which includes a smiling face that was on her lower back). She was so gorgeous and innocent then. Now, she has pink and green highlights in her head.

“Sure, anything to avoid his face next year,” Mace yelled and then she went to get the posters.  Aston walked up to get the markers. As he grabbed the markers, he notice one of the girls that lived on that same street as him.

“Hey Roxie!” Aston greeted Roxie. She looked kind of surprised when she heard him say hello to her. She chuckled. Aston looked confused when she laughed.

“What?” he asked.

“Usually, slackers don’t talk to overachiever like me. They think I’m stuck up like your partner over there. I can recognize her glare anywhere.”

Aston didn’t have anything else to say and Roxie just left. Roxie was definitely an overachiever, she was number one in their class and was proud of it. She also was one of the most prettiest girls in the school. She had curly natural hair, light caramel skin, and grey eyes. Aston always had a crush on Roxie but he knew how much she cared about school. So he left it alone.

Aston walked back to Mace when he saw Warren, the only white guy in their school talking to Mace. Aston hated Warren and he avoided him at all cost. Though, Mace had to talk to Warren because they both had sessions with the guidance counselor about their family’s life situation.

“Got the markers.” He said as he sat down in his seat.

“Oh okay. Warren, how about you leave because we have to do our project now.” Mace told Warren.

“I don’t get why you choose this clown that doesn’t do his work. I chose Iggy and the nerd works hard.” Warren replied as he pointed over towards Iggy. Iggy always wear tracksuits and his glasses are too square and huge. Aston ignored Warren and just continued to look at the supplies.

“Other than Iggy, who is there, Peace? Peace is the dumbest person alive.” Warren turned to Peace and saw her coloring in the states, in a coloring book, while her partner was looking in the history books.

Aston hated when Mace would talk to Warren and they would insult people.

“Mace, can we get started?” Aston asked. She glared at him for a minute and then shooed Warren away. They began to start on their project.

“Attention students. After lockdown, you must go directly home. There will be no after school activities. Lockdown will be over in about…10 minutes. I will come back on the intercom to tell you when we will be dismissed.” The principle said on the intercom. Mr. Gliden’s students started to pack up their stuff.

“Wait up students, you know the posters are only one part of the project. You must still write a report on a particular part on American history and do the PowerPoint presentation. This is all due on Friday. So I suggest if you haven’t started that you try to get this done,” Mr. Gliden announced to his whole class.

Aston and Mace knew that Mr. Gliden was talking about him so they didn’t bother to talk.

“Lockdown is over. School is dismissed,” the principle said on the intercom. Mace grabbed her bag and then begin to walk out of the door. Aston followed after her.

“Mace, What are we going to do? I need to pass. My mother said that I have to get my usual grades or I won’t see my father. You know he lives in Texas and he promised me a job,” Aston explained to Mace as they walk toward the school’s door.

“Aston, I think family is overrated.” Mace replied.  Aston stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked at Mace like he was about to throw up. “But…since your my friend, I will help you. Now stop looking at me like that.”  Mace hooked her arms in Aston and started walking.

“Okay, what will be the best time for us to work on it then?” Aston asked.

“How about after school all this week? I mean, I have nothing else to do and I know you don’t.”

“Shut up and I’ll see you after school tomorrow.” Aston growled as he unhooked her arm and began to walk away.

Mace just smiled and began to walk home or anywhere else to avoid her father.

“This week is going to be a boring week,” Mace whispered.

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Introduction

Aston is a normal junior. He gets average grades, has an average life, and average issues. If he doesn’t do his American history project, he and his partner Mace are in deep trouble. The only way that Mace and Aston can finish their project is if they stay after school.

What starts as a boring night at school ends up becoming a night of terror, danger, and murder.  A killer starts  playing a scary and  dangerous version of hide and go seek with Aston’s class. The purpose of the game is to find his classmates in order to save their lives. If Aston doesn’t get there fast enough, he will risk the lives of his classmates as well as hinder his own chance for survival. The worst part is that the killer will do anything in his power to make sure Mace suffers the most.

You can’t give up on the game. You can’t stay in one place. The  killer WILL  find you and then you have no chance on hiding.

Time is running out.

You have to hide or He’ll seek.

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