Chapter XVII: AMINA

The next day, Yana finally sent unanimously the complaint letter to the school president. Concerned teachers were called and what we desired came a reality—they were suspended a day after the letter was sent.

“You know me, Amina.” Yana grinned, depicting how triumphant she was.

“What about our final project? Aren’t we going to submit it?” I wondered.

“What I heard she is suspended, so we still need to submit it because that is part of her academic responsibility to submit as well our summer grade. She should learn her lesson.” Yana spoke the language of satire.

It’s Friday and we did not have schedule class today and my mother Elianna allowed me to stay one night with Yana’s dorm. I felt elated on staying away momentarily from my mother.

“Did you bring the camera?” Yana asked.

“Of course, sis.” I shelled out from the bag the cam we were going to use. “I also brought food and drinks.”

“Please, get in.” Yana s