NOTHING IS worse than being pranked in King's. Fear claws throughout your body as you wonder when the next prank was during the traditional 'Legacy Hazing'. Not a teacher dared to stop someone during this because they feared of being tortured too. When you hear of King's, you're convinced that it's filled with hardheaded and cruel kids, but what they don't know is that we have emotions and that we have fear too.

The school bell rang, but I took my time until every left the room and I was left alone with Lin. He looked up from his desk and at me, "Can I help you, Brynn?"

"The hazing, it's-"

"A valued tradition," Lin cut me off.

"I know, Master Lin, but-"

"It's a tradition carried on for generations and never broken..." He trailed off and I looked down at my shoes, "...Even when your father was here, the tradition was thriving."

I met his eyes, "I don't want to haze anyone. I'm not my father."

"So you like being treated as a rat? You like pretending?"

"It's got me so far." I answered quickly and he chuckled as I walked toward his desk.

"And you like lying to your friends?" He wondered and I bow my head.

"No I don't, but this legacy bullshit means nothing. My father being a killer is nothing to be proud of," I huffed out, "It's nothing I should parade about with. Because of him... because of him, I killed."

"You aren't the only one that was made a killer because of their parents," He simply told me and I clenched my jaw as he wasn't getting at what I was saying. Lin sighed softly, "I made a promise to your father that I would protect you-"

"So protect right now. Don't let me haze anyone." I told him placing my hands on his desk.

He then leaned back in his chair, "You can't keep avoiding the hazing, Brynn, because you will be discovered soon or later. This is the one thing I can't help you from anymore."

I kissed my teeth as the late bell rang, "So what are you saying?"

He stared at me momentarily and glanced down, "I'm saying that you're late to class."

Angrily, I balled my fist and hit the desk before storming out. I hurried into the bathroom and punch the closest wall to me, putting a dent into in, but I grunt in pain from the aftermath. Blood rushed to my hand and throbbed as a toilet from one of the stalls flushed.

I huffed and rush to the sink, running my hand under water to stop the bleeding as the stall opened to reveal Saya. We share a look as I glanced back at her, seeing as she walked toward the shared sink. She looks down at my hand, "Got into a fight?"

I winced at the pain, "Yeah, the wall put up a fight, but I was able to break through." I nod over to the wall and she notices the small dent.

She chuckled, "Want to talk about it?"

I shake my head and grab some tissue from the stall, "No I'm good, Lin just hit a spot in me- pissed me off," I looked up from my hand and at her, seeing her hold a concerned look, causing me to sigh, "I'm alright."

She nodded hesitantly, "Well, Maria and I are going to the liquor store later, wanna come?"

I bit my lip at the thought, trying not to jump at the question, "Thanks, but uh, I'm just going to stay in tonight."

"You going to the dance?" She continued to asked.

"I don't think rats are invited," I chuckled lightly, thinking of Lin's words.

She slowly nodded her and walked to the door, but looks back at me, "Are you really a rat though, Brynn?" I looked back at her and she smiled as she opened the bathroom door, "See you at the dance."

I didn't leave the bathroom until my hand stopped bleeding, which left my mind wondering about Lin and now Saya's words. Yeah, I wasn't a rat, but I didn't feel like a legacy either. What my father did wasn't a legacy. He didn't deserve that kind of recognition.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize it was time to go back to our dorms. Once I reached my room, I stripped myself of my clothes and got straight into the shower. I let the water fall on my aching and tense body as my mind stayed clouded with shit I couldn't get away from.

I got hazed on my way to my dorm- eggs tossed at my back, ruining my blazer. I avoided as much as I could today, but it seemed I couldn't for long. I sighed lowly, getting out of the shower to stare myself in the mirror. I wipe away the fog on it, thinking to myself on how I could escape my life. It sucked miserably as I had to live by my lie and let the truth drag my body six feet under.

I get out the bathroom and get slightly startled by Maria and Saya as they roamed around my room. I raised a brow, "How did you get in?"

"Magic," Maria sarcastically starts off and smirk when she sees me roll my eyes, "It was open."

"Do you usually leave your clothes by the door and walk to your shower naked?" Saya asked and pointed over to my pile of clothes, seeing it consisted of my uniform plus my underwear and bra.

"No, only when I get eggs thrown at me." I grumbled and kicked my pile into the corner of the room, "What do you guys want?"

"We want you to get dressed for the dance tonight," Maria said, pouring some wine into a flask, "Because I think towels was last season fashion."

I faked a grin and sighed, "I'm not going," I go over to my dresser and pick out a pair of panties and a bra, "Thanks you guys, but no thanks."

"Come on, its just gonna be us girls," Maria continued as I walked back to the bathroom, "Plus, I heard the Petra girl is coming with Vicktor."

I paused my movements and look at the two, "She's going? Why?

"Does it matter?" Saya retorted as Maria went to my closet and looked through my clothes, soon picking out a pink mini skirt and a cropped blue collared top.

She then walks over to me, "You have three minutes to put this on and get your hair looking decent because I'm not taking no for an answer."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the clothes before looking at Saya. Despite how my mind was aching with thoughts, I give in before smirking, "Fine, I'll go, but the least you guys can do is save me some wine."

Maria squealed and clapped her hands before turning me around and shoving me into the bathroom. She closed the door for me and I sighed again, staring down at my clothes. What the hell am I getting myself into?