We're not done yet.
It was just a few words but enough to lift the hair on my nape and arms. I already threw the paper somewhere but the note was still echoing in my mind.
I thought the conversation between Dad and her mom who happened to be the guidance counselor was enough to protect me. But I was wrong. Karla would never gonna stop. Threatening students was part of her daily living like she was just eating breakfast. It was already her routine before I appeared in that school and she would never hesitate to terrorize me if she suspected me as a threat to her.
It's because of that chess tournament. She wants me to stop so nobody would stop her from getting the title.
Should I stop entering the game?
I felt so pathetic and mad at the same time because I couldn't do anything about th
