Chapter 120

• "Bullshit! I hate that dunderhead teacher. Damned old freaking bastard!"
• Nails biting into his own palms, Zander entered through the main door over his parents while they were having food, cursing and gritting his jaw. It seemed they had just begun as the table was still untouched and the plates before the three members were shining clean.
• They had their eyes watching Zander from head to toe not after looking at the clock with a big pendulum swinging effortlessly. One. Two. Three. And there it rang after both the hands pointed at the last number on the clock, twelve.