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CHAPTER THIRTY

I entered into class with almost everyone present. The civic teacher stood at the centre of the room commanding all students to look at him as he often used his hands as a gesture to emphasize more on the point he was trying to make.

Walking  past his short form, I did not miss the stink eye he passed me as I rounded the middle of different white plastic lockers and chairs to get to my seat. My bags made a loud sound as I dropped it on getting to my seat and again, Mr Onko shot me a deadly glare.

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