Siberius followed Cyr with a grim look on his face for the way Cyr has been treating him.
How the hell would he even know what it feels like...? Whatever... forget him... Siberius thought as he looked at his feet. He didn't feel like talking and he just wanted to lay down. Siberius began to see the ouline of the Academy and soon he saw the broken windows and torn apart gardens and plants. Siberius hoped that the school would be cleaned up now we have two new sudents to help. He looked back at the woods and saw a figure of his mom egging him to not leave. Siberius didn't want Cyr to see him be so morbidly upset so he pulled his hood over his head as the blood red tears began to fall once again. Sibeius kept walking trying to ignore the harsh screams of his mother. He thought over and over again,
Your not real... you died when I was six... your not real... you died when I was six... Siberius started trembling as he remembered the horrible night...
((He's not going into a flashback dun' worry!
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