Blue Ridge School had been a joke to her the past few years but then again her gently fading sanity was no help to that. She had seen it as an opportunity, the kids were easily influenced and more likely to mold than adults and the faculty's heads were so far shoved up their own asses they would barely notice a change at all. These were perfect recruiting grounds.
She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she emerged from the woods and smiled at Samir. Regardless of how late she was, she knew he would always wait for her. He was really one of the only things she had left, one of the only things she could count on.
Gemma looped arms with him and smiled warmly. "Because my darling, these are the breeding grounds of revolution," she gestured grandly with one arm. "Glorious in all it's... carnage," her nostrils flared as she witnessed a teenager puking into a bush.