# Chapter Three

#godfather

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My godfather had me transferred to Stalton Christian Collegiate.

I sat in the parade square with the horde of all the other students. It was some compulsory assembly period, and I hated everything about it. I was forced to read from some book, and I absolutely detested reading, so I brought a dictionary with me. I kept lifting my head to look around, but a few teachers caught my eye and used their hands to gesture a book. I forced myself not to roll my eyes and dropped my head back down.

They said adulthood was where the fun truly began. And I was one now, but honestly, I didn’t feel like it was fun. At least not in this cult. Everyone was dressed like they were nuns or monks, and they had crazy punishments if you broke rules here. I flipped the page in my dictionary with a sigh, and thought of my past.

I was barely a teen when I had my first sexual encounter. We both didn’t know what we were doing, and the worst thing you could imagine happened. We were discovered since we were still in school, and that incident was such a big one that the schools in the next few towns heard about it. And you’d think that I would be scared off, but I wasn’t.

I still slept around, and when I became a teenager, I looked beyond my usual pool of boys. I found a man. And I thought it’d be harder, but it was rather easy to get him to a point where we were taking our clothes off. That day, I learnt two things about him. One, that I wasn’t his first minor. And second, that I couldn’t tell when he put it in.

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I stared blanky at the dictionary. But they’re insisting that life has just only begun, now that we’re all finally of age. What I was really feeling was misery, since it was humid as fuck in the middle of a bunch of people who were dressed like the pope. I sighed, and fanned myself with a hand while I continued to think about the past. I used to be in this school at the other end of town, but I had to drop out for one reason. What reason was that? Well, I -

On second thought, I’d rather not mention it.

I flipped the page to the next one in my dictionary, and looked at all the difficult words. I read their meanings, and tried to pretend that I was one of the brainwashed, and commit them to memory dutifully as a student, but I failed. I shut my eyes in frustration, and closed the book, and ignored the teachers I could see in the corner of my eyes who were waving and trying to catch my attention.

I put two palms on the floor behind me, and leaned back. On hindsight, I genuinely wrecked a lot of havoc. And caused a lot of people much pain. I knew that I was never one for repentance, but maybe, just maybe? Could I repent and turn over a new leaf? I wanted to. It felt like there was still hope for me. That I was redeemable. I looked around, and the teachers announced to everyone that it was time to sing the national anthem as they raised the flags. Everyone began to put their books down.

From the side came a boy who was dressed in clothes that completely did not fit his body. They were oversized, and the next thing I noticed about him was how everything about him was huge - his hands, his face, his head. Everything. I stood up along with the rest of the students, and the boy stood under the flags and faced the cohort. I looked up at the flags as I put my right hand over my heart. I was going to turn over a new leaf, I said to myself. Just as my eyes swiped over the tag on his breast pocket, and I read the words.

Head Prefect.