"We've noticed that the youth of these days lack a certain fighting spirit. A certain fighting spirit that one can not gain solely from studies."

Layla listened with all the attention drawn to the little speech. Usually, during a speech of this sort, Layla would space out while staring at the speaker and would daydream about this or that. But that particular day, she had been explicitly attentive. It was as though she was wanted to find something to point her finger at and say, "Yes, this is exactly what was off."

But nothing notable was different from usual except the fact that the ones addressing the crowd were not from Layla's school. Amidst her inner turmoil, the speech continued on.

"Thus, the education board has dispatched a set of personals to help you children have experiences on fields outside your curriculum. I hope you people would cooperate with us?"

Before the class could respond and Layla could take in her words, the speaker spoke up again, "Now, hustle and bustle up children, we need to set this place up."

The numerous personals present in that room shooed the children out of their comfortable cushions to stand in the back of the room. Several murmurs bloomed through the room as the children grew skeptical about the whole situation. It was too abrupt to properly take in. Layla even noticed the last teacher slipping out of that room without even looking back.

'This isn't supposed to be right,' thought Layla.

But under the hasty pushes of the personals, Layla could only try mumble with Luna along with the crowd only to be cut off by the speaker lady.

"Now children, don't be so restless, we will answer all of your question. You just have to cooperate with us for now."

With that, the children stopped talking, just the way they had been trained to do in front of strangers that came to visit their school. They wouldn't want to stain the school legacy would they?

And with that, the children quietly gathered at the rear end of the room and watched along as people in formal attire carried away their cushions and came back neatly with a desk set in their arms topped with what seemed like art supply.

Not to mention that these desk weren't even from their school. They looked too new to have been from their school.

'Who even are they?' Layla mused as she watched in awe. She was so entranced by the efficient work that she didn't even notice that the preparation was all but done and the speaker at the front was gesturing everybody to take their seats.

It was only when Luna nudged her, she got out of her trance. Luna didn't wait as she walked along the crowd leaving a very flustered Layla to follow her lead. Just when Layla sat down besides Luna and was about to scold her for leaving her, the woman at the front shushed everyone and spoke up again.

"Your first activity may be, you guessed it, painting! As you can see, you have a variety of canvases and paints to aid to your creativity."

Layla turned towards Luna to find her turning to her side too with shining eyes. To which Layla could only return a slight smile before the lady interrupted them again as she always seemed to do.

"Now, you can paint whatever you wish to paint. Go on, we won't try to come in the way of your creativity. If you wish to paint a specific model, tell us. We'll provide it for you. Or, you can even paint an abstract. If you check under your desks, you would find an assortment of painting and artistic materials."

Layla checked under her desk at that. And it was true. She could not make out what exactly lay in there but she could see that it had a lot of art supplies. Almost too much art supplies. It seemed like her classmates were mirroring her movements as the lady felt the need to call out to them yet again.

"Now, don't cause a commotion will you? You will get enough time to explore all you want but for now, kindly pay attention to my words. If you need anything more, you may ask us for it. This activity is going to last for a week during which you may complete your respective paintings. If your painting is still not complete yet, you may take your incomplete paintings home along with the art supplies that we provided you with."

Small murmurs that were to erupt didn't erupt as everyone mulled over their feelings about this in their heads after continuous reprimanding from a stranger. Most of them seemed pleased along with the lady who smiled at the lack of the little noises.

But Layla was yet to be convinced.

'Why are they spending so much money on us?' thought a frowning Layla as she made eye contact with her excited but mouth-locked friends. She turned towards Luna who was indifferent for the most part. Layla could see why. Luna never seemed to hold any interest towards painting after all.

This time, Layla wasn't interrupted by the lady as she turned around facing the front just before the lady spoke up. But the words that came after she turned were the ones that shook her up the most while taking her breath away for some inexplicable reason.

"However, at every group activity, we assign one of you an individual project. A very specific individual project."

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3rd July 2020

Dear diary,
                     It's your little f*cker Trevor again. I slept through the entire day yesterday like the motherf*cking idiot that I am. Talking about motherf*cking, I saw a dream about f*cking that bitch Ellie's mother. I gotta admit it, her mother has a nice tight a*s. It made that dream even better.

    Anyways, since I slept all day yesterday, I woke up hungry and sore as f*ck. Every time I moved, my body a different wound called out to me. Not to mention my body f*cking hurt. Hurt like sh*t. It felt like my bones had been pulled out of my body like Jesus f*cking Christ, it hurt more than it should've. Running from all those sh*tlices must've wrecked my body more than I wreck the other b*tch's a*s. And also, the floor was too f*cking hard on my body. Even that dream could not make it better.

    Now that I think back on it, I really did run for my f*cking life back then. I don't even remember for how many days I was on the run without sleep. Those sh*tlices sure are hard to shake off. And also, the floor. Was. Too. F*cking. Hard. B*tch.

    Enough of the sh*tty sh*t now. I ended up dressing up my wounds with that small a*s antiseptic tube that I had and a little bandage plaster sh*t that I found in my bag. Do you know what I didn't find in my bag?

    My. F*cking. Cigarette.

    Even thinking about it f*cking boils my blood and makes me subconsciously clench my fist. So let's not even get there right now.

    I found two crackers in my bag. Just two f*cking crackers. How am I supposed to live off this sh*t? I did see this huge tin of beans roll out my bag when I went to retrieve it but I just shrugged it off and came here like a f*cking dumba*s. I had to basically limp to that place and get it. And it took my long. It was f*cking afternoon when I reached this half demolished a*s looking building.

    I don't know how long the beans will last but if bad gets to worse, I'll kill that rat that was skittering around earlier and consume it. And I'd have absolutely no f*cking regrets. Bear Grills has prepared me for at least that much.

    Anyway, I had to put off my plans to scour this place put I did scamper around a bit. Nothing much to be really f*cking honest. Just the usual demolished sh*t. Just a lot more dustier. F*cking gosh is this place dusty?  It's the dustiest little place I've ever placed my feet into.

    I wanna get out of here already.

    There wasn't anything special here at all. All the usual abandoned sh*t. Rotting and dusty. Disgusting little(but big) hole this place is. I found a few abandoned classrooms. Some of them still had their furniture and some did not. I found the emptiest and the most cleanest looking classroom to set up my own f*cking bedding.

    So yeah, this place is trash. Everything looks all the f*cking same. I still have at least half of this surprisingly huge sh*tty place to observe.

    Till then, all I can do is down this small a*s cracker with some beans and try to sleep a little bit more. Maybe in a less hard a*s floor. If you're wondering, yes, those man eating looking a*s spiders are still staring at me. F*ck those pieces of shits. I'm gonna kill them.

    Sh*t, I didn't even brush today. I feel even more disgusting. Whatever.

     F*ck you, f*ck me, f*ck life. Bye.

Your little f*cker,
Trevor