the private school for girls

I throw the van into gear and we motor out of the ghetto, get on the highway and out of town. There's no lights on anywhere, and it's really eerie how bright the stars shine in the darkened city.

"Where we going?" Spaz asks.

I grin. "There's a private school for girls a little ways out of town. Very exclusive. The daughters of the richest assholes in Calhoun City and throughout the south. Now they're sitting ducks, we're gonna give them a different kind of education."

Spaz gives that creepy open-mouth chuckle he does.

We arrive at the school. The property is surrounded by a high black wrought-iron fence, complete with an imposing gate at the entrance. Beyond, the 100 year old schoolhouse sits in darkness, with only the occasional flicker of candle light coming from the windows.