Chapter 48 The looming cloud of darkness

The last time I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with my heart drumming so hard against my chest was at high school.
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The last time I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with my heart drumming so hard against my chest was at high school.

That morning I was picked on by some kids and the queen bee dumped a pack of juice on my face to impress the students at the cafeteria.
The last time I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with my heart drumming so hard against my chest was at high school.

I was simmering so hard that I didn't know when I punched her across the face so hard that I could hear the painful crunch sound of my fist colliding with her nose. The collective gasp and silence that followed were like a wake-up call and before anyone could spell Jack Robinson, I bolted out of the Cafe, wondering about the penalty for assaulting the most popular cheerleader of the school whose parents generously donated a large sum of money every semester.

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I was simmering so hard that I didn't know when I punched her across the face so hard that I could hear the painful crunch sound of my fist colliding with her nose. The collective gasp and silence that followed were like a wake-up call and before anyone could spell Jack Robinson, I bolted out of the Cafe, wondering about the penalty for assaulting the most popular cheerleader of the school whose parents generously donated a large sum of money every semester.