I stand in front of his desk, the back of his chair facing me, my hands are shaking. I’ve waited 5 years for this moment, all I need is for him to turn around. I rap my knuckles on the desk - no response.
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By: Sarah School: Our Lady’s Gorey I will pack now, and go to
The fireflies are our rival gang, well, more of a cult. They follow their leader “The Messiah”. They worship him