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Chapter 78: Another Disguise
After realizing that there were really tens of tens of cameras scattering and hiding in all corners absent from the naked eye, Rabiya and I went back to the whole point why we started to initiate this protest. As we watched the heavy rain being heaved by the gray clouds above, making sure that in whatever way possible the rain would never flush down, I stepped twice to elevate myself on the pavement.
Rabiya thought it was a little convenient to ask for Travis’ suggestion now that we were fucked up literally, so, she really did. “This is the end of the line for me and for Chuck. Care to suggest something that might bring back the moral we have lost?” Rabiya asked, there was a little hint of shame and despise on her voice, and a tone of disappointment to herself and the plan she initiated last night.
She must be thinking she was dumb because the faculty and the vice mayor himself was able to think through of something they mi
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