It had all been a lie.

The beautiful new professor was no professor at all, but a witch. A malicious witch that was out for blood. Now, the students found themselves trapped within the classroom, unable to escape, while the witch's evil laughter faded into the void. She wanted to end them all. To the witch, this was nothing more than a game, but the students were most certainly not amused. Moments later, chaos broke out in the classroom. Some desperately searched for a way out, some began talking strategy in panicked whispers, while others merely began sobbing.

Zoe and Chloe exchanged a look, no words passing between them. Like everyone else, of course they were terrified and not sure what to do. As always, Chloe looked to her older sister to come up with a solution, although she was loath to admit to it. Zoe had always been the brains, always the one to strike up a conversation first. People adored Zoe. They went to her when they needed help with something. Next to her twin, Chloe sometimes felt like she was only a shadow.