Angry wasn’t the right word to describe Claudia’s face. Disgusted was.
“We’ll meet in school” she shoved a paper into his hand and left. Wright saw it was a paper for directions and his transport fare. He wanted to call her back to return the money but she just disappeared.
“What, wasn’t the idea good?” he muttered to himself.
Low key, Claudia was conscious of the news Wright had given her. She didn’t even know why she let the news get into her brain.
Maybe it was because it was sad. He had his mother assassinated and now he was next. She somehow wanted to be someone’s savior, again. But not really to that guy.
Still her brain was conscious. She didn’t even know whether it would be a member of her class but she was conscious.
“Hey, hey, Mark is glaring at Michael in a wicked wa
