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CHAPTER SIX: BRAWL
What do you mean battleground? More like a grave, Selena.
I should've made a dash for it. I should've known avoiding their gazes won't be enough to save myself because they're obviously zeroing on me. I got surrounded by five girls, and then I halted. Reminiscing that specific memory practically ruined my mood. I can still taste the excitement and bloodlust.
"Ever since I came across your awfully calm face, I've stopped bullying everyone else," Helga said, and I nodded.
"Now that's a revelation!" said I and smiled. "You should tell them that. I'd love to see them see me in a different light."
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