All starting with brutal fists, fishing smell of acid. Setting flame on the dead Benny Grey.
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It was Monday. The class president screamed the word teacher and ran back to his sit. He wipe the red lipstick that was smack on his face and tidy his uniform.
Not forgetting to comb his hair he didn't even look at me.
Annoying. I wink to another guy.
Heels. it strikes hard to the ground causing a sent for attention. A pretty tan teen walked into the classroom.
" Hello everyone." I'm Ali for South Africa, please take care of me." Voice stretch of her decent tone.
Our eyes met.
Wave of fear within me. I stared at the window as she smiled even bright ;revealing two set of dimples that was captivating.
The boys gasp and the girls rush her to sit with them.
I stared at the window. She was stare at me and I was staring at her.
That Monday the teacher revealed two announcement. The field trips and then the girl.
Ali Maxwell.
I closed my eyes and then stared intensely at Ali like any rich spoiled brat would do. A school bully and the most popular girl on the cheerleader team.
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Hansa street NO 120B
Was a small alley of brinks that was deep and far stretch. The rat nuzzling his wrinkles ran away.
The can kick made sounds, and the empty smell for the trap can gave a small.
The kicks came brutally yet the victims was unmoved. Her soiled hair of eggs covered the face and her uniform dirty from my shoes and her blood.
It soiled my socks. My friends chuckled behind but the victim of my anger was unmoved.
Benny count a the bills. It was 300box, she took 100 and toss it on the body.
I don't know but I'm no more feel guilty. The friend behind stare at the bill that was less for the previous and then at each other.
" Let go."
We walked away.
What no one knows was the camera and the vest hatred in the red shot eyes of the beaten.
It vast into different shades of colours Different victims that would watch the abusers walk away.
Looking at the money. Was it worth it?
Every victim would slap off a ant that walks on them.