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Chapter 30: Rules
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What on earth did just happened?
The looks on the faces of Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tejada when they returned back to the podium simultaneous to the time when the old woman in red left it, was beyond unexplainable. There was fear in their eyes. They feared to come back to the microphone and continue their job. They feared that after hearing those words, they would become speechless. They feared facing the saddened crowd anymore. In a matter of seconds, they suddenly turned into lost puppies. Coward. Pitiful. But they knew to themselves that regardless of what happened, the show must still go on. “Part of saying goodbye to someone we love is keeping a final memory with them, “ Mr. Tan ad-libbed. “And so, with shatters and flashes, let us all be together in taking final shots of memories with our beloved Principal,” Mrs. Tejada added. “May we call on the husband of the late Mrs. SerenaRelated chapters
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She jumped in shock and fell out of the transit down to the ground in front of me. Her shrieking continued, and the longer she did it, the paler she became.“Rabiya!” I went down on my knees and netted her bare shoulder with my hands. I moved her farther away from the door and joggled her body. “Hey! What’s wrong?” I crawled to her front to see her full reaction.Her eyes were red and wide opened, with veins almost popping out due to fear and horror. Tears drizzled from it, sweeping the make-up off as it streamed down to her cheeks. She kept shouting. Nonstop. But her vocal chords couldn’t take it. As she went running out of breath, her voice faded in the air. One gasp. After that, a series of inhalation followed.People from inside the chapel had heard the noise, so they must have been on their way to us by now. But before anyone else arrived, I cupped Rabiya’s face with my flounderin
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I slammed the door of the car close. I assisted Travis as he laid down on the inclined seat next to the driver’s.He scooped his hand into his blood-soaked jacket, and dragged the butcher knife off his abdomen full of cuts and slashes. Looking at the sharp-edged weapon, I wondered, What does he think he’s doing?“What happens when you lose a lot of blood, Rabiya?” Travis asked out of nowhere, in the middle of his sufferance, as he raised his jacket up and handed me the weapon.“It could lead you to a Hemorrhagic shock,” I answered. “Where’s the first-aid kit?”Travis’ abdomen was swelling red. It had a long cut that stretched all the way from the lower part of his chest across his stomach. There was a numerous of bruises surrounding his core, but unlike the long, wide opened wound, they were not bleeding. With his eyes closed perhaps because of the dizzin
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