The Photo Collector のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

RABIYA   If there was a character trait of Travis that I really admire from him and wanted to highlight, it was his genuinely concerned side. I could not begin to comprehend how did he manage to somehow be as concerned as that in that particular moment, when I, myself, was already on the peak of my panic and fear. It was the most fearful day that I had been involved into, but with him, I found every reason to be calm and easy. I was not in the position to conclude this, as I was not even sure, but if not because of him, I might have had ended in a worse situation already. That, I guarantee. 

TRAVIS What made me more angry to the council and the Hamlet University itself was the fact that they acted as if nothing had happened last night. They still had the audacity to announce the continuation of the class when they could not barely keep in touch with the police to get even the tiniest update they can get from the investigation of the murder of the two of my classmates, Jieve and LD. I wanted to despise the police. I wanted to despite the entire council, and every person working in it. I despite Noel Hummingbird for being dumb and reckless, and most of all, I despised the killer x psychopath x heartless individual who had nothing to do but to reap innocent lives off someone who were doing him no harm. I just did not know if it was still valid to remain calm and peaceful, but to me, in my case, I already lose my all of it. If there was anything I was able to feel around this time, it was nothing bu

Just when the realization hits me hard, I quickly went off the building. I ran down the spiraling slippery and wet steps of the stairs, and went directly to the entrance. There, none of the people I always see almost everyday, including the janitor, the clerks, and even the teachers residing in the rooms nearby where nowhere to be found. I did not have time to fed my mind with more and more and increasing amount of curiosity, so I just let it all slip away and vanish in one sweep of the air. I exit the building, and while panting and running after my own breath, I thought of giving myself a few seconds of rest. With my tongue out and with my sweats falling like a rain over my bare and oily face, I continued the run after giving my self the chance to let out a few deep breathers. I sped to the covered gym, to the volleyball gym specifically--the one existing between the mega library and the infirmary, and found myself a little information there. On the outskirts

CHUCK If there was anything I have ever noticed between Rabiya and now my new best friend Travis, it was the fine gap that existed between Rabiya’s frustration and Travis’ anger. Both of which were placed at different points of which they were entirely opposite to one another, but somehow, between them was a long and thin line that represented the similarities that both of them had in common. And what are these similarities called? Well, it’s the long for justice, and revenge. As we remained standing meters and meters away from the group of protesters who, even up until now was still ignored by the faculty especially the most needed person with whom the the protest was delivered for, the Vice Principal, we nonchalantly casted a rippling air off our lungs in an unplanned but simultaneously manner, that served as the seal to our conversation. In most usual of times, this already meant that we

RABIYA A beautiful face could never defeat a sexy mind. But in Travis Exposito’s case, he had both. He had a charm twice as the charm of the prince of the British Empire, while at the same time had a mind as sexy as the mind of Professor in a Netflix series called La Casa De Papel. I need not to argue about it anymore because it was all true. No one could ever change my mind in whatever way, and no one could ever convince me to stop liking and adoring the son of the town’s great detective. As we watch Travis brother unbolted the door of his private car, we spread wide and disarrayed on the pavement for no reason. We broke apart from each other, as we followed his brother with our eyes. He was holding a microphone when he stepped out of the driver’s seat. Then followed behind him were three other men which to me were the ones who were going to tape him and direct him what to do. It seemed li