"Come with me." the senior ordered and began to walk out of the door.
There was something about the way seniors order us around and expect us to follow them without questions.
Why should I follow her like a dummy to wherever it was she was going?
As if Mia read my thoughts, she patted my back. "Go. She told me.
We've been in such situations before so, I guess she understood. Mackenzie was the one to question the seniors at times like this.
All the eyes of everyone in class on me, I walked down to meet the senior. She already walked out of the classroom leaving me jogging to catch up with her.
I was trying to raise up a question but would change my mind about it. I wanted no violence and I knew the end product of questioning the seniors was violence.
I decided she could not do me anything wrong so I followed her quietly.
