Yvonne's POV

The noise increased as I could hear the vice chancellor yelling at Father Bosco.

His voice was strong and backed up with so much anger.

My eyes were all over the place as my hands gently wrapped around each other.

Some of the students also took the sand position as I did, their hands properly folded.

Anita wasn't dead yet but the students were already mourning her because they knew that she was surely going to die.

It wasn't a beautiful scene but it was a one filled with so much curiosity and anxiety.

Everyone wanted to see what was happening.

There was a large crowd of students...