Fear is an underestimate of what I am feeling right now. I am more than terrified. Beads of sweat can be seen in my forehead and knowing myself, my feet and hands would be really cold right now.
Marcus. He told me yesterday that he has eyes all over me. I hope he can see this and come to save me.
I stared at Giovanni while hugging the pile of papers that are need to be submitted so I can have something to depend on. I felt like I am kinda protected as I hug the papers tighter. I felt like if they tried to touch me, I can use this papers as a form of shield or weapon. But I hope they will not try or make a move though.
“Can you see this?” I turn my head toward Dashiell who is pointing at his face and sounding upset. His cheeks have bruise, his forehead got a band-aid, and his l
