Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

• The students burst into a loud laughter as I tried to support myself but it was too late.
• I groaned, more out of shock than pain, as I slowly pushed myself up from the concrete pavement. My palms scraped the rough ground, and my books spilled across the floor. For a moment, everything was still—the murmurs, the gasps, the faint laughter. Then came the voice I dreaded the most.
• “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the rat boy in a Lexus.” he said in a mockery voice.