Flashback
You hardly ever find a girl -not to mention, alone- on the third abandoned floor of a high school on a dramatic Monday morning when she should have been in classes.
More to say, she was crying.
It was the weirdest thing that had happened in a while; not that the girl was crying but that there was a girl here, hardly anyone came around here.
The floor was made up different classroom sections that were now too old to use and were to be renovated, but renovations were not occurring anytime soon. Some classes remained locked and a series of divided classes were open to walk in though they laid dusty and abandoned.
Most kids of the school did not even know this part of school existed but it remained to the advantage of Iyan. He could stay away- clearly no one would be bothered by
