BEKA
It was always one problem after the other in this wretched fancy school.
First, Rafa had threatened me with something so serious and now my videos were leaked all over the internet.
I tried so hard to repulse that icy, slimy feeling of trepidation but try hard as I may, I could feel my body Quaver.
Rafa had said they weren’t sure if I was alive or not. Now they had every reason to believe that Dasilva was alive and thriving.
Just in a week and some days after joining Winston’s, my cover was completely blown.
The thing was I wasn’t only feeling afraid. I was extremely furious.
What was wrong with Americans?
Why did they feel the need to record every single thing and post it online?
The thought made my fingers twitch with the urge to slap every single bastard and b***h behind
