Nathan Nozea, Staff Writer
February 9, 2024
The Middle School. To those in the Upper School, it is a distant dream, a haven free from the unfathomable pain and horrors of high school. A place where students bounce with every step, their bright smiles illuminating the trails of darkness enveloping the hallways of Shattuck and beyond. Yet, as the second semester begins to unfold, a dark cloud of misery and despair has begun to descend upon the Pratt Building. Hallways that used to be full of wandering students chattering away with their friends are now completely silent. Middle schoolers shiver as they walk down the eerie halls, fearful of something unexplainable, something…otherworldly. Other students let out deep sighs as they seemingly stare into a void, unable to respond or react to those around them. The Nobleman, noticing these sudden changes, has deemed it the first priority to examine what’s going on in the Middle School. The details of this investigation are written down in the report. Read at your own risk, and remember: they are always watching.
January 3, 2024. I’ve entered the Middle School. I don’t know what but something…feels off. There seems to be a weight pressing down on the very depths of my soul, telling me to…stop resisting. To waste my life away, swarmed by pages and pages of Pre-Algebra worksheets and Civics essays. Is this what it feels like to the rest of the students? Need more information. Will report back later.
January 5, 2024. It’s been two days since the beginning of the investigation. I’ve tried to engage in casual conversations with the middle schoolers, to no avail. Everyone seems…afraid. Whenever I mention recreational activities such as playing video games or going outside, students let out a visual shudder. I pressed some students on this, but to my annoyance, no one responded. However, I did hear some middle schooler muttering, “Must do work and get straight As…if I don’t, colleges will find out and I’ll be rejected.” What are these students talking about? I feel like I’m so close to the answer The Nobleman is searching for …
January 10, 2024. I’ve made an astounding breakthrough! After a tense Science V class, a student tapped me on the shoulder. The next thing I knew, I was blindfolded and pushed into a small classroom. As I attempted to cry out, a hand covered my mouth, and I felt a whisper in my ear. “Stop resisting.” I stilled, and my captor released my blindfold. Directly in front of me stood six students, their faces obscured by their hoods. “We know what you’re here for.” I opened my mouth, prepared to vehemently deny their accusations. They raised their index finger in unison. “However, fortunately for you, we’re on your side.” They removed their hoods and began to tell me their story…
January 10, 2024. 3:00 pm. I know everything now. Why the middle schoolers are acting this way…Why they shudder at every word…why in their eyes, there is an eternal darkness. It’s because of––wait. Did I just see something? I look around frantically. Is that a teacher? No, No, NO! The student body must know this information! They must know that––––
Unfortunately, this concludes the report written by Nathan Nozea. If you know anything about his last whereabouts, please inform The Nobleman staff. Until then, stay vigilant, and know that anything is possible at the Noble & Greenough School.
(Graphic Credit: Wudiana Fervier)
