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However, Riley simply watched on coldly. “Does it hurt? This pain isn’t even one-tenth of what Carter suffered. Leo, this was what you did to him, and you will repay it a hundred times over.” With that, her hand moved again. Squelch. The sound of flesh being cut filled the room. By then, Leo’s screams had gone hoarse. Ten minutes later, Riley finally stopped. Leo’s face was now torn and bloodied beyond repair. His body was also marked with the word “trash” carved into his skin.

A photo. Leo’s preschool classroom. Empty. With today’s date stamped in the corner. And a single line .

But now it was quiet, and all the children were out of school. However, under the shade of a tree stood a little boy with a hairstyle like a watermelon rind. The little guy had a pink face and beautiful facial features. If he didn't wear suit shorts, it was really difficult to tell if it was a boy or a girl. It was no one else but Sean.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

" Do you think I don't know? You teenagers have this tendency of commiting crimes all the time." Rosaleen stared blankly, something boiling inside of her. Teenagers? Only teenagers? What about adults? Did they not also have the tendency? Rosaleen sat still, wishing and wishing. Why did he have to take out his fury on her? She wasn't the only student brought for the questioning. The drawings on the wall attracted her attention. Those drawings gave her somewhat..... " I wasn't in the school when it all happened. I left for home before few students." Her conclusion came out soft, the very opposite of the way she wanted.

“Do you need help carrying some of the books?” The boy had shaggy brown hair and green eyes that were covered in thin gold rimmed glasses. He wore a red and blue checkered shirt with light blue jeans that appeared to have been washed too many times. Overall, he gave the vibe of a complete nerd but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think that he looked cute as well. I think he was having trouble carrying all of the books in his hand because his face lit up as soon as I made that offer.

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She’s super skinny but not skinny enough to make you worry about a strong wind blowing her away, her hair is a long silky chestnut color, she had really bright blue eyes that shone even in the dark. Her lips were perfect, plump, pretty and pink and she had nice bubble butts and boobs that made her uniform shirt look very small so yeah, every boy in school wants to get down with her. Everyone thinks she is perfectly innocent with her wide smile, puppy dog eyes and her hair worn in a ponytail but some of us know better. Quinn is a sycophantic little bitch! “Yeah, well. Kill me. Kill me now.” I snapped, ignoring her as I walked out of the classroom and started making my way to the library.

she sighed as her hands grazed the photo “Just look how messy his hair is in this photo, his blue eyes like those whom have seen the far ends of the sea, as light as an early morning sky, although crinkled at the corners because of his big bright smile, it was probably from amazement when he hit the volleyball and it went off their imaginary court. That hard core jaw, wickedly square and sharp, the plump lips and that chiseled chest just dying to be seen in all its glory as it sticks out of his wet shirt, his biceps doing some really crazy things to me”

Cyan said, his voice low. I leaned in, eyes narrowing at the old, slightly faded black-and-white layout. Rows of students lined up in neat boxes, most of their names lost to time. He moved his cursor, zooming in on a grainy square near the bottom. “This face,” Cyan muttered, tapping the screen, “it matches the boy from the orphanage photo.” It was blurry, not quite in focus, but it hit me like a gut punch. Same sharp cheekbones, same wide-set eyes. The tilt of his mouth even looked familiar. He was older in this one, maybe twelve or thirteen. But it was him.