Chapter 30: Stefan

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Tara had stopped bothering me. She didn't even look at me after that day when Terrence's gang cornered her. I defended her and got my hand nicked on a piece of glass in the process.

My hand was still pretty bad. Onas congratulated me wishing he was in my place. I was still talking to them. I couldn't not talk to them. It was their choice that they didn't want to help me at the time. I was scared too. I really didn't know if this would qork out. So far 55 people had volunteered to help within the kumpania and another 10 from the other three kumpanias. I had made contact with a botanist who was finding out about the herb. I had asked him if there was any chance of saving the meadows if the plant was endangered. He said there was a chance but the herb could also had a chance of being found in other places in Europe then they could just about manipulate the rules to pull down the meadows. So I was pretty tebsed about the whole deal.

I went around town handing out flyers for the protest. Most people threw them on the curb. No one even responded to the petition.

" I'm really scared about this", I told Iaan as we sat down for coffee at a practically empty coffee shop. "I don't think it's gonna work out."

"  It will,"said Onas. He seemed sure. " Something's telling me it will be okay."

I believed him. We sat silently sipping coffee. "Stefan, tell me that Ferka didn't kill Frank."

I didn't say anything."I know he wouldn't do that and it's been killing us even though we're hiding it. You know Tillie's been having nightmares and that Mum and Dad have been arguing so much."

" All I'll tell you is he told me not to tell anyone. Let me get proof then I'll tell you."

We didn't say anything more. We went home after a while. Aunt Rhoda came over as soon as she saw us walking back.

" The teacher's here."

We stared. She was so het up. I stared.

" The one you sent the plant to."

"Oh the botanist." My stomach turned.....Lordy, Lordy!!!

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