Chapter 1: Gatestown, England
Eyes, yellow eyes watched him from the forest’s edge. Wildan felt the hair on the back of his neck raise as he gripped his desk tighter. They didn’t just disappear. Wildan was pretty sure even though they were so far away, the eyes watched him, too. He started to rise from his desk, but was stopped when someone yelled beside him.
Miss Landy looked back from the chalk board. “Who did that?”
At first no one answered and Wildan saw Jerry rubbing his arm, looking on the verge of tears while Tom and Zack sniggered behind and beside him. Not sure why he suddenly felt the need to make himself a target, Wildan raised his hand.
“Miss Landy,” Wildan spoke up, “Tom keeps hitting Jerry.”
“Tom, is it,” she said glancing down at her desk then back at Tom. “What do you think you are doing? That is not appropriate behaviour.”
“Wildan’s lying,” Tom snapped.
“And why would he lie? Jerry, did Tom hit you?”
Jerry sunk even lower into his seat and shot Wildan an unsure look before he nodded.
“Tom, stand up right now,” she snapped. “Do it now.”
Cursing, Tom got to his feet towering over Miss Landy as she approached him. For a moment, Wildan was worried about her safety, but the look in her eyes was not frightened. It was pure steel. She was not a pushover and Tom was about to learn that the hard way.
“Yes, Miss Landy,” he sneered as he said her name.
“Do you enjoy picking on your fellow classmates?”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t hitting Jerry.”
“And yet I have a student who says you were. Who am I to believe? The quiet student who passes his classes or the flunkie?”
Tom blinked then stared down at Miss Landy. No teacher had ever pointed his failures out to him so bluntly and he wasn’t sure what to say.