So where do I begin? My birth? No. Let us never speak of it again.
The most frightening moments of the movie are the most human.
The “us against them” attitude that exists towards teachers, policemen, and other authority figures allows for students of all different kinds to become bound in comradeship against the ever present evil of education.
Luckily enough the wind was on our side and we were travelling at a good speed. I had high hopes, smugly confident about the whole thing. The vampiric weapons had to be good.
On deck, I kept picturing the scene with my father lying dead on the floor, blood streaming out of his stomach. I felt the hate flaring through my body again.
With a certain degree of suspicion, one of the students inquired about the publication for which I was writing. After I answered his question, he looked at me unfavourably and said that my writing would be permissible only if it were humanitarian.
I produced a dagger from my pocket. I grasped it tightly in my hand, the tip of the dagger facing towards my heart.
The water was freezing and my heartbeat was slowing. I was running out of hope.
I was growing really scared… Nothing had gone according to plan.
The man put his hand to his side and brandished a long sword… My father was standing strong, a grin plastered across his face, and no sign of fear in his eyes.