"OKLAHOMAN FARMER OPENS CHRISTMAS TREE FARM THIS MID-FALL"
"VOICE SYNTHESIZERS IN CRIME MIMICKING CHILDREN, IS THERE A MITIGATION PLAN?"
"15 SUSPECTS ROBBED A TRAIN IN VIRGINIA"
"Just last afternoon when 15 suspects destroyed the bridge tracks in Virginia, crashing Train PJ-350 causing 60 million dollars in damages," the female radio host reported
"The train was designated to deliver gold and other valuables from New York City to Houston. 25 lives were lost sacrificing themselves amidst the robbery attack. The train driver receives a severe injury in the head." the male host reported
"All but 6 suspects escaped the site, with four killed in action. FBI is currently investigating the..." said the female host, as Pastuzo's father turned the radio off upon arrival.
"Be a good boy, Pastuzo" his mother said.
"I will," Pastuzo blatantly said.
"You better be," his father said and left.
Pastuzo walked grumpily.
"Poor Pastuzo, mommy and daddy always lived behind his back," called Harry the nerd.
Pastuzo enraged and pointed at Harry roughly. All 16 Nerds came to protect him in front. Pastuzo knows the Nerds are too weak, but with a population like that, all he can do is point roughly, "You listen to me you rats, that was very personal of you!"
"Is that so, huh? Loser," Harry called out. "Hear that loser," Harry called out again, Pastuzo is just irritated. "Well...what about that time you made fun of my dad, huh? You think that is fair?!"
"Everyone mocks your creepy dad, you idiot!" Pastuzo alluded, folding his arms.
"Well, you were the one who started it," Harry blamed.
"Nonsense! Barton, that Jock did it. Heck, Trent may have done it, Fhadey that big troublemaker might the hell as well did it too," Pastuzo blamed back.
"We know it was you who started it Pastuzo! You and your stupid friends!" Said Nerd#1.
"What? You gonna go against me and my buddies now? Be my guest!" Pastuzo executed.
"You have a sharp tongue..." Harry attempted
"And you are a coward," Pastuzo called, and the bell rang.
"You... you are going to lose Pastuzo," Harry said, awkwardly clapping his nerd friends. Pastuzo went to class for another sleep.
Fhadey was watching after eating ice cream for breakfast. "Amateurs," Fhadey reacted. Fhadey awaited the second bell, being too lazy for class. Then she passed by, looking down, hiding under the hood, paying attention to all surroundings that she did not pay attention to how soft and scared she held the book that it fell off her arms.
"Oh," Fhadey reacted. "Here, let me..."
Fhadey gave the book to the girl, he froze seeing her face. The girl was creeped out by his freezing long looks.
She immediately took her book that fell, hugged it tightly, and went to class without any gratitude. Fhadey has helped many girls for no reason, but that girl, she was different. She was so different that even when the second bell rang, she went to her upper-minded class 7-A, and the only point she focused on was her literature textbook, and nothing else, ignoring the clever individuals themselves are also feuding as normal. Fhadey placed his focus on his point just as Farra focused on hers, a teacher found Fhadey, pinched his ears, and returned him back to class 7-B. Fhadey though, she must be some geisha girl.

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Three Brood Instigators
Mystery / ThrillerThis is where it all began, involving a wayward ambiguous schoolboy, a humbly dignified boy scout, and a minor stray delinquent, who instigated such a pity conflict upon their very youth. "Conflicts Spread Curse a Plague" -I...