Liberosis is a high school story about teenagers who are forced to succumb to academic hierarchy. It is set in an elite private academy, Building Stone High. Bukunmi, the main female character is a girl who does nothing but read to pass even if she...
"Who?" The boy in front of him gave him a weird look. "BSH runs a drug test every two weeks, but I'll be fine. The drugs aren't for me. I just sell."
Oh. The boy was selling drugs just like he was. "But you're new in this school, right?" the boy asked, studying every detail of Niel's face in skepticism. "Better be careful, Building Stone High doesn't take it easy with junkies."
It was probably a piece of advice, but that statement pissed Niel off more than he could control himself. "I'm not a junkie," he corrected, tone a little too hard and jaw locked in a glare.
The boy grinned at him, placing a hand on Niel's shoulder in attempt to comfort him. He shrugged. "You deal in it, you are like one."
With his eyes trained on Niel in a stare, he snatched his drugs from him and walked away, leaving him alone in the empty basketball court.
The guy had effortlessly managed to make him all tense and frustrated, but here he stood, like a hopeless person in an empty field. He raised up the cash in his hands and fisted the notes tightly in his hands.
He just wanted all of this to be over.
Maybe he had to put an end to everything himself.
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Electronic dance music blasted through the speakers, the only thing filling Madam Zuha's ears as she made her way to the VVIP lounge. On one hand was her clean, spotless white Chanel purse, one which screamed luxury and the other was used to hold her black tailored suit which was draped over her broad shoulders.
"You have a visitor, ma'am. I instructed them to stay in the VVIP lounge and wait for you," an escort informed, careful to trail behind and not walk ahead. Once they'd gotten to the VVIP lounge, Madam Zuha stopped in her tracks and threw a sharp glance at the escort.
"A visitor and you're just telling me now?"
The escort bowed his head in remorse, and fear because he had a crazy boss who could throw hands and give orders at any moment.
The guards who stood in front of the lounge made a slight bow and pulled open the curtains for Madam Zuha to enter. In the lounge sat a hefty looking man who patiently waited for the appearance of Madam Zuha.
