silent but deadly

silent but deadly

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WpMetadataReadComplete Mon, Apr 6, 2015<5 mins
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Fantasy
a boy who looks calm and soft also he looks like if you can beat him up but they found out some thing deadly on one school day, the usual Jomo was at the back off the class and all alone .everyone wanted to sit at the front because they wanted to talk to there friends and jomo also had a reason . he didn't to get picked on in class to get up and talk about the lesson . So that's why he sat at the back of the class. because he just wanted to be alone. jomo was always scared of others because he looks scared, they would pick on him .that's how he got scared and the nickname "scaredy cell". No one wanted to be with him because if they were him they would have gotten beaten up with him. He liked class because teaches were in the class no one could trouble him. And at times and the teacher was not looking for a step out for a minute or even not there because of a meeting. they would throw Paper balls at him or spit balls at him or even come to him and give him a few punches ,
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