The school building architecture was amazing. Michael sneaked out of the cafeteria, after the incident, to admire it. The tension in the cafeteria was suffocating.
He liked the school surroundings. According to his father, it was owned by a Latin (French) American investor so its building had French designs like his other school at France.
It had some French motifs etched on its walls and doors. And a pretty garden where he was. It was worth bragging about.
At least, if Tom asked him for a picture of his new school, he wouldn’t hesitate.
Another figure was boring holes in him. He could see the person from the corner of his eyes.
But the person didn’t seem to be admiring, not with those glares. It looked like a monitoring scheme. He turned to the person.
“You are no longer my tour
