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Chapter 119: My Mess, My Problem
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next thing my brother did was call anyone from my friends/classmates and tell them that I was fine and that I was now back on to the tracks. He also told as that we were somewhere hiding in the city public plaza, and that we were just waiting for our perfect opportunity to re-join the scene again. My brother did not directly specify who did he had a call with, but he said that they now knew everything single update they need to know and that there was now nothing for me to worry about. He also said that according to them, if they would be given the chance to dismiss themselves, they would most likely sneak out and come to us here. When I also asked my big brother about the updates I thought I needed to know from them, he just answered, “They said the cops are planning to have another round of search and arrest movement on the entirety of the Hamlet Creek University. However, on the brighter side of it, students whose parents would be fetching them would be dismissed one af
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The Photo Collector Chapter 121: Prove It!
The door of the white van suddenly slid wide open, revealing the empty interior of the vehicle. Inside, there was not a single person seating. Inside, all I could even see was empty seats and dramatic yellow-gold colored curtains flowing over the window panes that were tinted with black sheets of glasses. As I continued scanning for what was inside, I came to realize that there was a huge black backpack seating over the last seat of the queue. And then, right when I was about to divert my gaze, the door of the driver’s seat suddenly slid, too. It was only then when we heard a voice that commanded us to get inside before anyone else, according to the voice, could see us. “Hop in. We ain’t got no time to meddle here. Y’all should know that I was kinda in a hurry also,” the anonymous, unfamiliar, and discreet voice suddenly said. Judging from the way he spoke, I must say that he was a British.As what was advised to us by the confidant
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What happened was very crucial because nobody, among all of the people passing back and forth to and from the entrance gate of the Hamlet Creek University, was able to spot us as we attempted to enter the hazardous and perhaps warning-driven front part of the area. None of the students, of the parents, and even of the three other guards who were assigned to guard the entrance gate was able to see us entered. We successfully overcame the overthought possibilities, both the good and the bad, without difficulty at all. All it took was just three minutes of creeping forward past the gigantic but dimmed gate of the university. Afterwards, we seek for hideout in the nearest hall--the Artists’ Hall, which by the way, was empty--and we hid it there. It did not took us long enough because on the seventh minute since we began our operation, the area cleared out for a moment. However, one thing I had noticed, we never saw any of my friends were fetched by their parents. That made me to c
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Big brother tossed his phone back to where it came from--inside his vest. He then stared at me blankly before he decided it was now the best time to move in the car and settle ourselves so that we could now begin the trip going to our home. Just by simply looking at the mirror, I saw how his hands were delicate as they moved to lay its fingers on to the steering wheel. Without saying a word, my big brother starter the engine and began to turn the car so it would move out of its parking spot. As the car’s air conditioner began to send cool air that almost frosted the inside of the vehicle, I initiated a conversation just so the ambiance inside would never become awkward. “Uhm, big brother, may I know why you gave our address to my classmates? Why do you want them to come there and why now? Is there any other agenda that you have other than meeting them and ensuring that they are safe?” I asked, and those were three consecutive questions in one dialogue only. “
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