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This is a story about Hamerton, a large school that has a lot of things going on, most of them being illegal and terrorizing. Natalie Bradley, an intelligent and talented girl from Brooklyn joins this school after her friend Caitlin who was allegedly murdered in Hamerton. She is agonized by the news of her friend's tragic death and she has to face up with Hamerton's bloody governance in order to secure the President's badge that has the power to decode a bomb that could cause a large massacre, soon.
Previously
on Hamerton;
An hour ago
“Trevor did
not hurt Morningstar!” Ingrid shouted at Archibald the next day in his office.
She,
along with the other Hamerton students found out that Morningstar was beaten up
and hospitalized while Trevor left the school campus to avoid the consequences.
“Miss
Neilands. Please don’t shout in my office?” The principal asked calmly.
She
sighed. “Sir, please? Trevor did not hurt Michael. He couldn't have.”
“Oh
no?”
She
frowned. “Yes… I mean No. He would never harm anyone.”
“Then
how can you explain his disappearance just after Michael was injured?”
“Maybe,
maybe I don’t know but, Trevor would have had no reason to hurt Michael.”
“Of
course he had. Michael upset him at the interview.”
“That
is not enough.”
“Listen
Miss Neilands. You bring Trevor to my office and then I will decide whether he
hurt Michael or not.” He interrupted her.
She
shook her head with disappointment and stomped out.
She
met Steven in the waiting room of Archibald’s office and fell in his arms
crying. “They are saying that Trevor hit Michael, Steve. Please? Tell them that
they didn't. Please?” she asked, crying.
“It’s
okay Ingrid. Calm down please.” He coaxed her and drew her back. “Shh. It’s
going to be fine.” He said wiping her tears.
“Steven.”
she stopped him, drawing his hand from her face. “Please? Tell Archibald that
you were the last person to be with Trevor.”
“Yes.”
He said simply.
She
looked amazed by his plain response. “Steven? What’s going on?”
“Ingrid.”
He begun and glanced behind her where a couch was. He maneuvered her there and
she watched him in queer with her mouth opened.
“Steven.
Don’t you get it? They are saying that Trevor hurt Morningstar and we know that
he did not.”
“Ingrid.
When you left Trevor with me on Saturday and we had to talk, Trevor did not
seem himself.”
She
narrowed her eyes. “What?”
He
pressed her hands in his. “He was mad at Michael for making a fool of him in
the interview. We argued for a while. I tried to convince him not to go after
Michael… I don’t think that I succeeded.”
She
could not believe it. She was not ready to believe it. She drew her hands from
his clutch, rising. “Trevor did not hurt Michael, Steven.” she broke into a
cry. “I don’t want to accept that.”
He
rose after her. “I don’t want to accept it either but, the truth is the truth.”
She
frowned, getting mad at him. “How can you say that Steven?” she rasped. “Trevor
is your friend.”
“He
is and I am not happy that he did not take my advice to leave Michael
Morningstar alone.” He shouted too.
Archibald
came out of his office after this. “Can you leave my office? It’s not a
theater. Please?”
Ingrid
wanted to say a word to Steven but, she reclined from the thought and
left.
“Good
girl.” Archibald said and turned to Steven who was about to leave as well.
“Steve, come here.”
Steven
hesitated for a moment and joined Archibald in his office.
What happened afterward;
“Sir?”
Steven asked after closing the door behind himself.
Archibald
had walked behind his desk. He waved to a seat in front of it. “Please?”
“Thank
you.” He said and sat.
Archibald
sat too.
“What
is your relationship with Ingrid?” Archibald asked.
Steven
was caught a bit off guard by the question. “Amh… we are going out.”
“Oh
and do you talk about SOHOT? I fear for her because, she is making risky moves by defending Trevor or her class for that matter.”
Steven
scratched his head. “Sir, I don’t know but, parting from SOHOT was her own
choice. She lost interest and since, obviously there is nothing to gain, I
understand her.”
“Well,
I am telling you because as you said, she is your girlfriend and, you must be
caring for her.”
“I
do. No doubt about that.” He said and narrowed his eyes. “But, why have you
brought this up now? Are you planning anything?”
“I am
just giving a fore warning that, there could be accidents.” Archibald said
mischievously.
“Sir.
You are aware that you can’t touch a Tommy. As far as I know, Ingrid is
associated with Mr. Tommy. If there’s but a finger laid on Ingrid, Mr. Tommy
will react and set you and the rest of Hamerton in grave danger.”
Mr.
Tommy drew a deep sigh as a result. He was also fearful of the fact. “You do
not have to remind me that.”
“Maybe
I do.” Steven said and sighed as well. “Unlike, the rest of us, Ingrid has a
choice. She has people backing her up,” he frowned, “she has Trevor. He is the
one who refused to partake in your schemes from the start. I do wish that I could
also have a place like his because, none of what we are doing is worth anything.
You, Nicky and the rest of SOHOT are a bunch of people driven by awkward hate
and resentment.”
Archibald
frowned. “Don’t talk like that Steven or insult me in my office!” He bawled.
“I am
telling the truth.” Steven retorted loudly. “And I will not take any warning to
Ingrid whatsoever because, she made the right choice!”
Archibald
banged his desk. “Get out! Get out of my office now!”
Steven
rose. “I am going to do more than that, sir. I am going out there to tell Madam
Sue what you are up to.”
Archibald’s
eyes widened with shock. He rose, taking out a gun from his pocket and pointing
it at him. “You are not going to tell her anything.”
Steven
swallowed, steeling himself. “I will not be threatened by you, not again. I
would rather die than be a part of a massacre that you are planning.”
Archibald
gritted his teeth in hot temper. “I am going to kill you and don’t you worry
because I will take care of the mess and not get convicted for it.” He threatened
before the telephone on his desk rang.
He looked
at Steven then at the telephone, debating on the action to take. He remained
pointing the gun at Steven then picked up the phone.
Steven
waited. He was scared of moving a step lest Archibald shot him.
“Yes?”
Archibald greeted. His face changed afterward. “What? …. What happened? …. Okay…
okay. I’m on my way. …. Did you find the person responsible? …. No? okay. I’m on
my way. Yes yes yes.” He said and hang up.
He turned
to Steven and lowered his gun. “This is what I've been telling you. One of your friends was just killed.”
Steven
exclaimed. “What!”
“Yes.”
Archibald said. He also looked distressed from the news. He tucked the gun in
his inside coat pocket.
“Who
was killed? Who sir?”
“I don’t
know that yet.”
“Did
you authorize it? Did you? Did you?” he shouted reproachfully.
“No
damn idiot and I don’t know who did it or why.” Archibald replied, rounding his
desk to leave.
Steven
shook his head in disappointment and rushed out.
what happened next? stay tuned to find out.
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