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Chapter 43: We Are Innocents
“Open it!” Janvic shouted while leaning on the corner of the room, squeezing himself between the bookshelf and the square table. “That must be Mrs. Tejada,” he added as he tried to access the only opened window facing the outside.
Nicole was the nearest to the door, so she took the job of twisting the knob. Slowly and while looking at us, she swung the classroom door open. “Oh, hey! It’s you!” Nicole greeted with a vibrant smile. She swept her slightly coiled hair onto her left shoulder, and moved aside to give way to whoever it was who’s about to enter. “Look, it’s Rabiya!” Yuri snapped. She crossed through the empty seats of the last row to meet the girl wearing a black dress on the aisle at the rearmost of the room. She hugged her, and when Samantha noticed, she rushed her way to give one to Rabiya, too. “How did the interrogation go?” SamanRelated chapters
The Photo Collector Chapter 44: The Guessing Game
YURI(25 hours in lockdown)It just happened that an hour after lunch, we unexpectedly gathered at the center of the room—on the seats that were arranged in a big circle—and talked about random things to keep our bored asses busy. It had been almost a day since we were locked in here, and the fact that there had been no updates from the outside world made us worry about what were the things waiting for us the moment we would step outside. There was just too much topics to talk about, that even us ourselves found it confusing where to start and what to talk first. It was nothing much than a panel discussion, but something less of a debate. Exchanging ideas and beliefs, and even speculations and conspiracy theories about things that just made and made no sense.We talked about various of things. From school politics to school rules and regulations, from personal experiences to personal problems, from
The Photo Collector Chapter 45: Spin The Bottle
In Rabiya’s head, something was still processing. She zipped her lips and narrowed her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four... And on the fifth, she gave up the staring contest. She lost. She turned back to the direction of the whiteboard, and left the guy in black tank top wasted behind her. She looked on both sides, and gave Geodie and me a disapproving face. “Apologies. I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, and never dared to gaze at him again.“Abhorrent. You know what I mean. You are just afraid to be criticised; afraid to be called out for believing on things you shouldn’t believe.” Travis stepped back. He retrieved his hands from anchoring them on the backrest of Rabiya’s chair, and just walked towards the direction of the door. “What is it in the lower sections that mentioning them is a sin to us? Ask yourselves.” He bent down, fitting his face on the glass part of the wooden doo
The Photo Collector Chapter 46: Hook-Up
“After Satan had dragged us into a pitfall of filthy shits, you are still in the mood for some play time?” Philip said, shrugging his shoulders.“Yes.” Samantha responded, chin up, eyes were two balls of fire catapulting a heavy and intense stare to the guy who just questioned her will. “What? Is it not allowed now to take a break from all the curses and misfortunes we are currently going through?” She was confident she’s going to win the argument, even if it didn’t end up that way because Philip suddenly realized he had no power to overrule the great and the mighty Samantha.“Of... Of course its allowed. Okay, ‘kay. Whatever your saying. But please spare me from that stupid game. I don’t want to join in.”“No one’s not joining. Do you hear me?” Samantha flicked her eyebrows shaped like an inverted check mark to the ceiling. She f
The Photo Collector Chapter 47: "I Ship Them, Too!"
Okay. Boring. The first round of the game Spin the Bottle was utterly boring.With a blank face, Cylvia retrieved the bottle from the floor and tossed it high in the air. When it landed back between her hands, she presented it to Samantha and asked, “I believe its my turn to spin now?” she’d asked. She gave the empty container a good shake while waiting for Samantha’s answer.“Almost but not quite.” Samantha stretched her body across the circle and snatched the container from Cylvia. As she recovered her body back, she fixed the folds and creases of her night gown (It’s true, it’s only a few hours past lunch but she was already on her slumber outfit), and said, “That’s somewhat similar to how it actually works, yes! But the one who was asked to spill a truth or do a dare should be the one who would spin the bottle next. So technically, it’s Jermaine’s turn.”
The Photo Collector Chapter 48: Announcements
CHUCKThat was close. Very, very close. However, we were deeply sorry for not being able to hear what was Geodie’s supposedly answer for that question of truth. Was there any chance for her to answer that question? At this time, perhaps no. Maybe sometime, if anyone would pull the gut and ask her the same question again, then perhaps yes.But now that Mrs. Tejada entered the room without knocking at least once on the door, which was very rude and impolite of her by the way, chances of continuing and furthering the game slimmed in an instant. Why was she here anyways? To tell us that we’ll extend our stay for another day? Or to announce to us that another murder mystery had been terribly and horrifically committed again?Mrs. Tejada clicked the lock of the door knob as she slowly pushed the door close. She walked with no sound of footsteps echoing on the floor at all, and proceeded to the front wearing the same se
The Photo Collector Chapter 49: Free At Last
CHUCK(30 hours in lockdown)It was turning seven in the evening when Mrs. Tejada came back. Around that time, everyone had just finished cleaning themselves and packing up their things to ready for the lifting of the lockdown.Cylvia and Ashley were twinning pajamas, a blue and white cotton fabric with cute little dolphins scattered everywhere with no definite patterns. Samantha was on her night game, Vhynz was in pair of LAKERS jersey uniform, Chuck was on his brown corduroy, and the rest of the girls had pretty much the same type of slumber wears.When I was done packing my things, I lifted my trolley bag off my chair, and pulled it all the way to the door where almost everyone were already in line preparing to leave the room. The seats were arranged back to their proper arrangements, scattered laundry and rubbishes from snacks were now pretty much collected in a black trash
The Photo Collector Chapter 50: Jieve
JIEVEAfter standing in line, listening to the speech of the Vice Principal while praying it wouldn’t take long so we could finally set free from the crowded situation, the queue of the Freshmen Star Section shattered into pieces as they got the luckiest opportunity to leave the building first. We were so jealous because they were the first to smell the fresh air outside, they were the first to stretch their limbs and bones and free themselves from the arthritis-prone gesturing, and last yet ain’t the least, they were the first to finally go home after being away for more than thirty-one hours due to the implemented emergency lockdown.The order for the releasing (Yes, I chose the word ‘releasing’ because it really felt like we were prisoners held captive in a jail for no reason) of students were in chronological manner; First Year students to Fourth Year students, and that only possessed the unchangeable and brutal reality that of a
The Photo Collector Chapter 51: Jieve (Part 2)
Upon blasting out those sizzling words, Samantha turned around to me. For the first time in the history of Samantha and Jieve encounters, she looked me in the eyes; her gaze was perfectly horrific, and torridly intimidating. It was brown like her twin brother, Vhynz, but at that moment during our gaze, it turned red. Like fire. Like a burning hot magma boiling on the mouth of a dangerously active volcano.She moved to steps back to me. She paused. She leaned her body forward until there was only at least two fingers between us. And then, after a sigh, she said, “It’s not my fault if you are born and raised with high temper. So don’t blame me if your level of patience is poor because I don’t have anything to do with it. I don’t have business with it, and I don’t have business with you.” She flipped her hair, some of its fibers splashed like a running water on my face. “So here’s the deal. No one’s stopping
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