The Sasha’s
The lights went out, and I was alone. I could feel people all around me, but the room, was silent. The hype of this clique was talked up by freshmen everyday, everyone wanted in, but didn’t want to earn it. We had to complete tasks wherever they sent us. The tasks were rough and difficult. This type of inauguration was banned, three people had gone missing, and one, dead. But that didn’t stop anyone. No one knows what happened, it was all a mystery, and now, I was pulled into it. The clique was a group at Fiona’s School for Girls called the Sasha’s. The teachers didn’t know about it until the first person went missing. Hope Jones. It was started by a girl named Lisa Sasha in 1934, the year that she started at Fiona‘s. At least that’s what I‘ve heard.
A harsh voice broke the silence, “Everyone will receive a list of instructions. No two are the same. You will have until dawn to complete them, if anyone gets caught helping someone, or getting help, you will be banned forever. And that’s a promise.” Maggie Saunders. Maggie was passed down the torch to lead the group last year when the previous leader graduated. She was the most well known Sasha, she got into the clique when she was a freshman, and that was rare. No one ever got in as freshmen. Everyone was afraid of Maggie, she ruled the campus, so they wanted to be on her good side. Which meant, get into the Sasha’s.
By now, my eyes were used to the darkness, and tall black figure came and put a cold, hard mask on me. She gave me the list of instructions. Soon I was led out into the cold darkness, I was in the woods. I could smell the trees, feel the cold dampness in the air, and hear the rustling of the leaves from the wind.
“Remember the rules, and don’t get lost,” a strange voice whispered in my ear, it was just loud enough to overcome the pitter-patter of the forest. I heard her stalk away. And I was alone.
The silence started to make me crazy, “Okay, what’s on this list? Let’s see, Find the map up high,” I looked up to my left and to my right. There it was, ten feet up in a tree, the size of my dorm. “Great! Perfect. Well, here goes nothing!”
I climbed up the tree as fast as I could, struggling with every step. The branches did not look strong, but I had to get that map. It was just inches away from my reach, then, I heard a snap, and I was falling into the night.

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