TRH 2 - Student Council

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After saved by the bell?  

I ran as fast as I could, but unfortunately...

*blag*

"Ouch!"  

I didn’t know that the wall was walking, and I didn’t even see it.  

Damn!

Really? 

Now is really the time I became so clumsy, just when I had already escaped. 

So unlucky!  

"Ahem!" 

Someone caught me off guard.  

"A-ahh... E-eehh... O-ohh... U-uhh..."

Ahaha!! Those are vowels..

I don't want to see these person in front of me.  

I just bowed my head.  

Fishtea!!  

I’m scared to look at who the heck I bumped into. Because maybe...  

It’s impossible that it’s him... 

But it could be!!  

My brain and head are already arguing about what I should do.  

If I know, the brain and head are not the same boat. 

But I don't care!!  

I feel like crying for real.  

"Why are you running in the hallway?"

Wait, that’s a familiar voice...  

"Ley." She called me.  

"A-ah, e-ehh... N-nothing," I answered while stuttering.  

Gosh!!  

I’m sweating here. I look like I’m bathing in my own sweat.  

Sheeet!! This is bad.  

Hein would know if I'm telling the truth or not.  

Darn!!  

I can't stay still where I'm standing. And I feel like I want to pee and poop.  

I don’t even know the feeling of it right now."

T____T

Tsk!! Tsk!! Such a crazy thought of mine.

And when she looked at me intently.

Damn!

Shit!

I almost wanted to curse every bad word I knew in these situation.

Tsk!

She just left me here, feeling nervous.

I sighed. For now, I'm safe, but I feel guilty.

She knows I’m lying, yet she doesn’t want to pressure me to say something.

The packing tape, oh my!

My head hurts.

Then suddenly…

“Calling for the attention of Secretary Rignley Bustamante. Please meet us now. We have an urgent meeting.”

Uh-oh!

The one and only Quet, our Vice President.

Damn it!

Why did he have to announce it? He could’ve just called me.

“Again, calling for the attention of Secretary Rignley Bustamante. Please meet us now. We have an urgent meeting.”

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