#Chapter4

Ohh shoot!

I am again late for school. Mr. Hanks is going to kill me today. Ohh gosh Soaf, this is the third time in a week.

I rushed towards the school entrance. As I reached the corridor I saw a guy standing next to my locker. The rest of the corridor was empty, as I was approaching towards my locker an obscure image appeared to be standing near it.

It was Ray.

But what is he doing here? He must be late for class. Does this guy even care?

"Hey, you're late!" Ray said with a worrying look on his face.

"No shit, Sherlock," I said still panting...