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February 28
Our last period was over. School had ended. Noise overtook the hallways again, like a cloud of warm fog. Students dashed from one place to another so did adults. The place was like a small camp with soldier ants parading every nook and cranny in search of suitable spots to smuggle their goods. School prefects gathered around the entrance of the school. The gate!
Anyone could feel the burning energy radiating from the school prefects bodies. Everyone could feel the energy radiating from my body. Fear and anxiety are two unfortunate brothers with two different mothers.
"Why are you standing there?" Charles yelled at a junior student. I hope you have not forgotten that Charles was the sports prefect.
"I will be late for choir practice if I don't get home early," the junior student replied.
"Do you want our school to be dirty?"
"I don't want that," the junior student replied.
"Please go and join them in clearing the grasses."
Even if Char
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