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Chapter 53: SAMANTHA, AGAIN?
LD warmed his hands on the dryer just beside the wide mirror bordered with gold and silver bars with carvings of mini flowers. When he was all done, he paused back to the center of the mirror and had a quick look of himself. “They are both doing well. There are times Dad is out of the metro for work purposes. As for my Mom, as usual, she is busy doing bacon and cheese sandwiches with tomato slices and strips of lettuce leaves. I’m sick of it, actually. I’m getting more and more bloated because I have been eating from breakfast up to dinner,” he answered.
“Oh? Isn’t it supposedly a good diet? And besides, I don’t see any reason to get used of eating your Mom’s special burger. I’m craving for it, shit!” LD brushed his messy hair. “Mom is actually looking forward for your next visit. Dad, too. They are both missing you and sometimes it annoys me because it questions my value asRelated chapters
The Photo Collector Chapter 54: Die Together
“What-what are you trying to do? Why-why do you have a knife, Samatha?” I asked, the trembling of my voice was enough to suffice my veins with overflowing fear and tremor. “Whatever this is, this is not a good joke. Stop it, you are scaring us!” I even added.LD clenched his fists, but it did not look like he was planning to punch Samantha, or perhaps trying to take the knife away from her. To me, he was clenching his fists because just like me,he was afraid too. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not kidding. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not in the right mood for a prank.Samantha moved closer at the same time our hearts moved closer to our rib cage, too. She raised the chopping knife in the air, pointing the sharp edge of the rectangular weapon to my direction. The rusts, the bronze color that sparked as the light of the yellow bulbs inside the comfort room shimmered over the knife reflected our faces on its surface.
The Photo Collector Chapter 55: Chuck and Travis
CHUCKIt was not that long when the Juniors finally left the hall, leaving us, the Seniors alone but happy for it was finally our turn to leave and get a free ride from the school buses. Because there were no teachers assisting and keeping us in order, and because the school guard assigned to us seemed to have no care about what was happening exactly, Cylvia, our class president took the sole responsibility of calling us all and making us go back to our lines.“Okay, everyone go back to your lines!” she shouted on top of her lungs.After her command, we, who were parted and distributed evenly but randomly in every corner of the first floor ran all the way to the center to form our line. There were two lines in total, with each line consisting ten people. The one on the left was led by Geodie, while the line on the right was led by Ashley.With firm and strongly modulated voice, Cylvia com
The Photo Collector Chapter 56: BLAME THE POLICE!
I was stuck on the same spot where I was standing after I heard what Travis had said. It did not sink in to me in any ways. His words felt like a pile of loose sands to me, slowly falling out of hand and disappearing in the air without giving me at least a single idea of what was going on exactly. He wanted me to call the police, which I would normally do so because I was obedient when the one giving me orders was Travis, but then it’s a little off to me to call the cops without at least knowing the reason why. I just stood frozen beside him, eyes were worried where to look at, and lips were worried what to say.After a minute or two, I finally had the gut to ask. “Why do you want me to call the police?” I doubted if I asked the right question.Regardless, Travis still answered anyway. “It will be rude and unprofessional of me to say things to you that only police are allowed to say, Chuck. That’s why if you wan
The Photo Collector Chapter 57: Rabiya
RABIYAWhen I heard a halting sound of engine outside the building, the first thing that came into my mind was the school buses. “Finally, after a long wait, they are back,” I would have thought. I was pretty sure that everyone must have thought of the same thing, too. But when it was followed by the wailing sound of siren that reverberated in the partly-lit pavement outside, it was then when I realized that the vehicles which just arrived were not school buses at all. They were patrol cars, ambulance, and police motorbikes.“Oh, my bullshit tuna! You gotta be kidding me!” Philip cursed at the wind as he saw his father walked in alongside seven other armed policemen. They were marching in horizontal line, hands were gripping tight onto the handle of their pistols. “What on earth is going on here?” Philip furthered, attempting to approach his dad but I did not think it was
The Photo Collector Chapter 58: Looking For Travis
“I guess so, too.” That was the last words I had heard from Mrs. Jean. After that, the next voice I was able to recognize was Travis. It was not an easy thing to get a glimpse of. There had been tens of mouths blabbing in the area, so doubts came first. But then, during the exact three seconds when the crowd decided not to say a thing and just went into complete silence, it was when I was able to hear his voice. It was a sobbing voice. It sounded like he was crying, perhaps grieving because it was just surreal in the ear. I had not heard him cry once, that’s why I found it hard to believe it was really him. Travis. When confirmed, I squeezed my way through the barring people until I reached the entrance of the door where I saw Philip standing by his Dad, while Chuck was on his right along Mr. Tan and Mr. Homer. I looked down to the floor, and I saw a pool of blood swarming on the floor. Two dead bodies were scattered uneve
The Photo Collector Chapter 59: A Little Help
PHILIPLike what we have agreed upon, we went looking for Travis together. Out of the three directions where we can possibly get a sight of him, we first chose to go straight; to the north that led to the main gate of Hamlet Creek University. There was a little discombobulation when we got there, because we thought it would be a whole lot easier if we begin our search in that place. But no, we were all wrong. As we arrived to the wide gigantic red gate split open in half, there was nothing but only our own shadows welcoming us. And if it was not disappointing, I don’t know what was.I proceeded under the lamp post and took a good break there. The are was dark, and even the moon who was actually shining on its brightest that night could not do anything because of the crown of trees that covered almost everything underneath it. The only source of light in that place were the two street lights planted on
The Photo Collector Chapter 60: 'Are You In, Or Out?'
CHUCKWe did not know we spent about twenty-two minutes of waiting on the small bench made of wood and bamboo before a 4x4 truck in matte black color happened to shed its front yellow lights through the darkness of the gateway. It was a complete mind-boggling question to think of. Why would a 4x4 black truck make an appearance on the gate, when it was not even related to the crime scene, and it was not even related to us? That was where the four of us went wrong. Or perhaps the two of us only. It seemed that Rabiya and Travis knew something we did not.“I assume it’s him,” Rabiya said as she let go a deep sigh along the pointing of his right hand towards the direction of the unloading station just on the left side of the gate.Travis answered, but while talking, he started to move forward and stop when he reached the closed wings of the gate. He had then pulled out some
The Photo Collector Chapter 61: Step One, Completed!
TRAVISAs per my big brother, he did not like the way my friends introduced themselves to him, and he did not like the way he introduced himself to my friends, too. So it was kind of like, awkward, I guess? And everything he said, according to him, was just a slip off the tongue. Like the chauffeur thing. He was not supposedly disguising as that. He did not mean to say that. According to him, he was actually pretending to be another Detective from another police department because it was his plan after all. His identification card were ready, his badge was ready, and even the uniform in his car was ready to be wore anytime, too. But because he was reckless and did not know what he was saying, he had no choice but to adlib the rest of his words. After all, it was his own mistake and if there was anyone here who could cover it up without correcting it, it was him and no one else.Big brother was really idiot s
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