All Chapters of SCHOLAR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Behind those high brick walls and beautiful trees hidden are the secrets that you might not like to know. I suggest you not set foot in this school, or in the end, you'll end up regretting all you did.Don't even dream of studying in this place.Just listen to me, don't disobey me.. just don't.Geniuses are what people look up to. They rely on their intelligence and their thinking. Well, why would you ever rely on such an idiot? But in this school, relying on everyone will lead you to your death. The danger is just around the corner, and it will get you anytime. Morrissette School of Geniuses. A school where successful legends graduated. Named after it, the school is keeping its reputation by hiring genius students and if they pass the scholarship exam, they enter the school and will be claimed as a real 'GENIUS'. But a student should keep her profile down when it comes to this school. Maybe they will feel unusual since they are always on the top, but they have to. Unless they want d

The girl touched down next to a student in the 8th row. Like the other students, he was busy too, but he'll be one of us soon. The girl touched his shoulders, and after he turned his head, the shadow made his way to his body. A few minutes passed, and he is now one of us.  He touched his face, feeling the soot caused by the wet smoke.   His foot was raised from the ground as the emitting smoke from his mouth connects to the girls. The smoke intertwined and their heads were twisted. I can see their suffering while their body is slowly covered by soot, their eyes crying out black tears. Their mouths opened and a lot of smoke was let out. Small spheres made of soot flew everywhere, being sniffed in by the stu

  Someday in the year 1999 The juniors spent their 207th night in their dormitories. A girl dressed as a junior runs through a hallway, screaming and crying for help. She looked behind her and catches a glimpse of a shadowy figure in the corner of the hallway, and it's coming towards her. She screams again and made a left turn to her room. It's the only way to hide from it since it is midnight and everyone seems to be asleep. She runs into her room and locked the door shut. She is breathing heavily as she quickly takes the stock of the situation. She turned to the antique cabinet, she can hide there so the one who is chasing her might let her be.But it turns out it was a huge mistake that took away her life.Hiding in drawers is such a cliche since it was a good spot from hiding from someone. The figure isn't dumb to let her live hiding there. She runs to the drawer, clo

This was supposed to be a normal first day of school. But this happened. I rethink all of my life's decisions as I felt a sense of guilt down my spine. If I did not act like a madman when it comes to life, I would have been in a simple school, the smartest of them all. But because of my foolish, idiotic mindset, here I am now. I turned my thoughts into an idea to escape or cope with this kind of environment.  I gulped. This idea should be right, if this makes me enter the wrong path, I am doomed. My intelligence, when it comes to life decisions, is very low. But I am not saying I am always wrong. I have come up with an idea, that I think is good enough to cope with this situation. "I should escape this place," My own eyebrow frowns. But then it returned to a normal state. "By graduating." It would sound like a silly decision, but it's safer than escaping by climbing the walls of this school.  I

I moved my head as I run. Everyone seems to run away from each other. And some even have knives with them. The seniors only watched us. They didn't even tell us about the monster and this little game of survival. Murdering your friends in order to move on to the next class period. I saw an alive bush next to a dead sequoia tree. I crawled into the bush and hid inside the bush. I can feel an itchy feeling in my arms. I blinked. A branch, which I rubbed my arm into, has ticks crawling from it to my arms. I shook my arms. "Argghh!" I looked around to find another safe spot to hide. A group of dead trees stood some feet away from her. She could cope with the itchiness. She runs to the tree and rolls to the lawn. When she reached the tree's roots, she lays her back on the bark of the tree. She scratches her left arm. A tick falls to the ground as she shook her arms and scratches it continuously. She grunts and glances at her classmates.