Pack Novels & Stories

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That makes sense. “So what are you in here for?” I ask Veronica. “Setting my high school on fire.” I raise both my eyebrows. “What?” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” The brown-haired guy sitting beside her says placing his two hands on both her shoulders. “That’s Connor Lord. Age 21, Grade B. He’s in here for selling drugs. Like Lots of ‘em.” “That's it? Just selling drugs?” Do people go to behavioral management schools for that? “And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.”

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.