"So when are they coming in?"

"Soon enough."

"Good."

A happy bundle of students exited their classroom in a straight line. Or so the teachers thought. Their faces brightened and mannerisms casual, they made their way into the Audio-Visual room. Or A.V. room as they called it. Despite their teacher's serial warnings, the students didn't abstain from talking. Some even joked about the "adult video" room as they went about the hallway, not caring if their teachers heard them.

It felt like an eternity had passed since they had a chance to escape their classroom after all.

In the shouting stream of students, Layla looked up from the little pocket book she had sneaked in. The line was still very loud and still very long. Sighing in her heart, she looked around for her friends in vain. They had probably been swept into the crowd.

Sighing yet again, she closed her little book and slipped it into her skirt pocket. A smart move one would say since a teacher came to check up on their class shortly after.

The teacher gave a few instructions to the student representative as she hurried along to her own classroom that was spouting up chaos by now. Layla peered at the rushing figure and sniggered under her breath. A teacher was getting in trouble today.

It didn't take long for the student representative to sprint up and take leadership of their class.  She silenced their class (or at least tried to silenced) and lead the class of forty eight into the A.V. room. As Layla strode along the line, she noticed something amiss.

The small rectangle sheet of metal fixed on the A.V. room's door that designated the A.V. room as the A.V. room was now missing. Instead of it, a chart paper was pasted on its wooden frame stating that the room that they were about to enter was the E.C. room. A foreboding feeling was slowly creeping up on her.

Layla looked at for a second and thought, 'Huh, strange,' before brushing off the thought and entering the room.

An unexplained chill went through her body the moment she entered the room.

Plastic chairs that were previously there as an aid for the student's comfort were missing. Instead, maroon carpets were rolled out on the floor and cushions with satin coverings were arranged on the carpet in a neat manner. The lights in the already windowless room were dimmed out, Layla assumed to help the projector do its job properly.

But that feat made the room have a streak of an ancient horror. The A.C. was turned up to max, something that her own school would never do in hopes of lowering the electricity costs. It must've been the strangers going to and fro the room Layla thought.

However, even when Layla tried to make sense of it, she could not pinpoint this one feeling of something being not right. She felt suffocated in this cold. Like something was binding her right into her place, not letting her move an inch. Claustrophobia cradled her in its lap at that moment. Layla imagined herself being submerged in a liquid cooler than freezing cold water.

Another chill went up her arm at this image as she gave out a small breath in efforts to calm down. The breath fogged up in the air startling Layla out of her apparent trance.

"Now, this is strange," muttered Layla.

She shook her head. Spotting her friend Luna across the room sitting on a cushion, Layla approached the seat besides her. But then, some guy that she loathed plopped down on the seat besides her. Momentarily, she forgot about the suffocating cold and the unsettling vibe as irritation took over her. How dare that slob of a guy sit besides the goddess that was her friend?

She considered shaking the boy out of that seat but reconsidered last minute, not wanting to bring trouble upon herself. Instead, she sat down right behind her friend's cushion begrudgingly.

Still in her very bitter state, she sat silently glaring at the boy in front of her for a bit before finally letting go of her gaze and scanning her surroundings. There, she found that her crush was sitting right besides her. At that feat, she felt suffocated for a completely different reason. Her heart palpitated as she completely forgot about her initial unease about this new room.

Awkwardness took over her body as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She focused her vision right in front of her without any ill intentions towards the person in front.

'Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't look at him,' she repeated over and over in her mind.

The awkwardness didn't last long as she saw her crush wave his hand and get up only to go sit besides his friends from the corner of her eyes. Letting out her breath, she looked ahead to see the seat besides her friend open again.

Not wanting to miss the chance of getting to sit besides her friend, she hurried to her side. Giving her a loud but soft pat on the shoulder, Layla got Luna's attention.

"Where were you?" Luna asked with a tinge of anger in her voice, "That creep was being creepy with me."

"Yeah, sorry," Layla said but she looked anything but sorry. She looked rather cheerful, one would say. Luna gave her a hard stare before dropping her attitude and starting to vent about the "smelly creep" that had sat besides her. Layla listened amused at her friend's relentless chatter before turning around to take a break from the constant stream of words.

That's when she noticed the strangeness of her surroundings. The familiar faces of her teachers were mostly gone as adult strangers were littered around the room. The last familiar teachers gradually left as only one teacher that they were familiar with stayed back. That one teacher and and the strangers exchanged glanced with each other, something Layla found very strange but the words that followed out of the teacher's mouth next was even stranger.

"The extracurricular activities shall commence now."

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1st July 2020

Dear Diary,
                      It has been three days since my escape. I don't know how they managed to raid every one of my hiding places. I've been running and running for what seems like ages. But they still manage to track me down every single f*cking time.

    I've tried dropping down my phone, my bag, hell, even my boxers but they still end up tracking me. That's when I realized the tracker was inside me somewhere. And I've been running around naked, being a motherf*cking idiot. I knew that b*tch Ellie was onto something when she came to visit that night. I should've known that bruises aren't supposed to hurt that much. That b*tch Ellie must've planned that too.

     I should've known she was with those sh*tlices. A total f*cking deceptive a*s whore she is. I'll f*cking rape and kill her when I get out of this sh*t.

    Sh*t. Now I'm angry.

    Anyways, I've had to f*cking cut open my arm with a f*cking knife to get that little f*cker out of my body, run to this dusty a*s building and wait for those f*cking sh*tlices to get out of my f*cking way.

    I was about to shiver to death and get a f*cking infection in my arm when they finally decided to leave. F*cking finally. I ran like f*cking Flash to go retrieve my sh*t from the bushes. I should thank that b*tch Samantha for slipping a tube of antiseptic cream in my bag or else I would've really die.

    Gotta reward that b*tch when I get out of this sh*t.

    I went around today in search of some sh*t and realized that this dusty crusty a*s thing was supposed to be a school. Damn, I feel nauseous. It really brings back some bad f*cking memories.

    I wanna get out of here already but I know at least one of those sh*tlices must be roaming around still, trying to know my whereabouts. F*cking little b*tches they are.

    Anyways, I've retired for the evening today so that the f*cking man eating looking a*s spiders don't come and eat my flesh or some sh*t. Tomorrow, I'll fucking scour this place to find something to make my life easier. Till then, gotta sleep on this sh*t hard floor. 

Your little f*cker,
Trevor