Karuken: Chapter Five~Second Voice~
I languish in a pit of misery following the sadistic attack on me and my friends conducted by Neil a short time ago. As for where I physically reside, I am sitting in a curious classroom that is lined with an atrocious burgundy carpet and walls that are equally as tasteless. The most curious thing about this classroom is that it whistles unnervingly whenever the wind blows, which it seems to be doing now. Throughout the room are a number of wooden tables each designed to house two pupils at any one time. All of the desks face the front at which a large whiteboard resides besides which Mr. Johnstone resides. Mr. Johnstone is not exactly my biggest fan for reasons that I am not certain.
'It's probably due to our intellect,' Futoryc whispers.
Yes. That's probably it.
Besides Mr. Johnstone not particularly liking me, the classroom being poorly made and the decor being terrible, there is another reason why I hate this lesson- a reason that I keep on expecting to walk
Karuken: Chapter Four~Fire and Brimstone~
"I don't think we should be wasting our time trying to feebly search for the answer to that question," Cynthia explains, "After all, does it really matter why we're here? Surely it should just be good enough that we are here. What if, one day, our quest for answers destroys us? Or the planet? Or even the universe?"
"That is nonsensical!" Gary scoffs, "There is nothing in Earth's power that could destroy the universe. Such a notion is unfeasible."
It is lunchtime and the four of us have just finished dining and have now made our way out of the lurid canteen to the rich world beyond. Above us, the sun casts a feeble amount of warmth that is still relatively pleasant to behold. Below us, a mass of chipped tarmac is crossed with the faded lines that once resembled a bizarre hybrid of a basket ball court, a tennis court and a football pitch. Around us, a number of other teenagers who I care little for or simply do not know mingle. This place- although d