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Chapter 107: He is Back
JACEL
It was surreal to all of us when we heard that it was the sophomore student who was killed and that it was Travis Exposito who was beaten to unconsciousness. Now, the urgent increasing of anger in our hearts did not took long before it took into place, and that in every single word we say, we guaranteed we were going to be more angry ast the time would pass by.
It even came to the point that we jumped out of hiding underneath the window of the patrol car to meet the detective and the vice principal. They were still standing on their feet, but not for long, we knew for sure that they were going to walk away. That was why before it even happened, we revealed ourselves and did not mind what was going to be our fate anymore. What was important to us that time was, we would be able to know where the rest of our friends (also know as our classmates) were hiding. Now that we knew what happened to Travis, we b
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