CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Harold's fingers dug into the cartons of the two large pepperoni pizzas he had in his hands as he jogged past a sky blue Sienna that was parked in front of an old but very tall building which looked like an ancient watchtower. He moved on and got to a small grassland that had a couple of lofty and very leafy firs sprouting out of the earth here and there, and Harold walked on, towards the fountain.

A part of him wanted him to go back to his dormitory—with the pizza. That is, run away from the abnormalities that seemed to be everywhere in the school, and pretend everything is just as it should be; normal, but another part of him wanted to see what was going on, find out the exact cause of it all and if possible, provide solutions, and as Harold walked along side a bunch of nosy jocks all dressed in oversized maroon attires, the part of him which was winning was very evident.

Harold's fingers instinctively dug into the pizza boxes he ha