Baudelaire Academy

Suddenly the ‘handler’s’ hand grabbed onto me, hard, and I cried out at the brief flare of pain. Then it faded, but the once wonderful, golden joy she carried around her was now gone and her cold stare sent a chill that spread through my body. “Nice try, but I’ve been doing this too long to let one of you escape”. A stop name gets called over the speakers “Ashefault”. Our stop. “Especially we are so close to the academy.” She gave me a sweet smile before letting me go.