London
The happy dinky little London made its way to and fro that day, and what a day it was, whatever it happened to be. That was when she smelled smoke, and apparently, Shepard Academy had a Metamorph somewheres. But how could London ever know who that was? Well, the fire alarm sounded and the academy was evacuated. Some people were taken to hospital.
London, like everyone else, stood outside the academy, awaiting for things to get back to normal. Students, supervisors and teachers chatted here and there, and it seemed that the fire was under control.
“Hey, Oktunis, was that a mafia attack or what?” a nearby young Irishman student asked a Turian teenager, which London overheard. The Turian student chuckled with a shrug.
“No! C’mon, Barry, that’s dumb.” the Turian student replied.
“Really? You’re the one who’s a kid of the freakin’ mob! You’re here, and this happened, hm?” the Irish student continued, and the Turian shook his head and waved an arm at the Irishman.
“Oh you and your conspiracy theories. Seriously, Barry, if my dad wanted to attack this school, it’d be blown in half by now.” Oktunis, the Turian student, assured, and he and those around him chuckled.
Then, London saw a peculiar woman walking across the scene, an Asari it had never seen before. The Asari wore a black jumpsuit, and looked very pleased. What was she doing here, or was she an older student?
Well, everyone looked pretty preoccupied. London could probably walk away and skip the rest of the school day, and with the fire issue, would there really be school anyways? London decided to...
03-Jan-2018 00:06:39