UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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"On February 10th, an expelled student entered WiltonWood High school and opened fire, killing 28 people and wounding 17 others," A familiar news anchor read.
I sighed deeply, Aaronzé's head on my chest.
"A teen by the name of Ronaldo Bree and his getaway driver who was fatally shot and killed by police—Dawson Corley—are responsible for the deaths and injuries of those students."
A shooting, that's what they called it. A school shooting, at the hands of people that I knew had nothing to do with the attack on our school.
Dawson was turned into a vampire. Ronaldo... After he was expelled, he had no business being anywhere near our school.
"WiltonWood High has cancelled school for the entirety of the month to give students time to recover and rejoice," He tells the screen, "A memorial service will be held in honor of all students and staff that lost their lives, February 18th, Central Park, at 5PM."
Aaronzé twitched in his sleep.
I rubbed his head with my thumb gently, in small circles; it normally helped.
