I GLANCED at my wristwatch and realized that the next class for another subject would start soon. I wanted to break free from Ceasar’s grasp but he just walked faster. Looking at his intense worried eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder why he would show such actions so early in the morning. Does he have anything to say? What is it that makes him this troubled? And then it occurred to me about what we had seen earlier at the cafeteria.
And so I walked faster, following him to the further area of the building’s corridor. Almost doubling the steps that he was making as I was following Ceasar and his huge heavy footsteps toward the end of the corridor of the senior high school building.
He made sure I wouldn’t be able to run back to our classroom because he never let go of my hand. My face was
