Fear

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Yerevan newspapers buzzed with shocking headlines: an eight-year-old boy had been harassed at Boisov College, and the police were now investigating. Officers interviewed many of Gor's classmates, yet no clues or suspects emerged. On Arzumanyan Street, gossip spread fast. Parents grew wary; Meera's mother kept her home, as did several others. This scandal was a blow to Boisov College's reputation, and the school's principal, Mr. Eric, pressed both the police and the provincial council for answers, demanding a quick report.

Each morning, Mr. Eric addressed the school with a firm, almost grim statement. He declared there was no place for such violence in Boisov College and warned that those responsible would face the full consequences. Fear crept through the student body. Whispers circulated as students speculated about who could've done this to Gor.

Many suspected Danny, the school's notorious troublemaker. But Winsy's name never came up, which suited him just fine. Since the incident, Winsy had stopped hanging around Danny, Greg, and Kim, telling them, "It's better for everyone to keep some distance right now." Winsy avoided them, especially Danny, fearing that any association would link him to Gor's case.

Even Danny, Greg, and Kim were shaken. When they targeted Gor, they hadn't imagined it would spiral into a full-blown police investigation. They just wanted to scare him. But now, they feared the trouble they'd stirred would land them in serious trouble. Winsy, growing increasingly anxious, felt the need to confront his friends and called them to the canteen during break.

Winsy sat at a corner table, waiting. Kim, Greg, and Danny arrived, looking uneasy. Kim, for once, had wiped off her usual heavy makeup, her face drawn with worry.

"Winsy, the police questioned everyone in our class today. Even me," Kim whispered as she sat down. "Same here," Greg added, his voice low. He tried to look calm, but Winsy saw the tension in his eyes.

Winsy steadied himself, though inside, his nerves frayed. "Only the four of us know what happened. This can't get out," he said, his voice firm. He glanced around the table, his eyes hard. Winsy didn't trust anyone to keep quiet, not fully. If things got worse, someone might break. He placed his hand on the table, fingers tense.

"Do you all agree?" he asked, his tone deadly serious. "No one says a word. Only the four of us, got it?"

Danny, with his large hand, placed it over Winsy's. "I agree." Kim and Greg followed, each laying their hand on the pile.

The four of them held each other's gaze in a silent pact, as if daring anyone to betray the unspoken truth.

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