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Chapter 8: Something is fishy

“Hello, Aunty,” Savannah called Sheila.

“How was your first day?”

She bit her tongue, but she promised she would hide nothing from her aunt. “Well, because I woke up late, I missed a few minutes of my class.”

“Before you scold me, I promise I will be careful next time.”

Sheila smiled, “Good.”

“Did you meet any of your professors?”

“Yeah, my anthropology professor,”

“What about the rest?”

“Well, today I have only two classes. My other teacher is Miss Elena Valussi,”

“Is she hot?” Mark teased.

“Would you like to have a punch in your face?” Sheila asked nicely.

Savannah laughed, watching them. “I will let you know once I see her.”

“I am going to her class, okay bye,”

She hung up the phone and entered her class.

With a warm welcome, Elena greeted freshman students. They attended her lecture related to occult studies and human dimensions. A thought came to Savannah’s mind, asking about body marks. She waited for the class to dismiss and walked to her teacher.

“Miss Elena, I
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