CHAPTER 11

Everything appeared blurry as I walked through Wellington Prep's groomed grounds. Despite the familiar surroundings, a feeling of anxiety settled over me. The air felt heavy, and no one else was around.

Someone emerged from the mist and began to approach. As he got closer, my breath caught. It was Paul Auclair, alive and well, with his trademark arrogant grin.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite scholarship rat," Paul remarked as we stood there assessing one another. "Come to kneel and kiss my ring."

I looked at him warily. Paul was in a coma in the hospital when I last checked. What was he doing walking around school, taunting me as he often did?

"What's going on, Paul?" I asked cautiously. "Why are you here now? Aren't you..."

Paul's expression darkened, and his grin turned into a scowl. "Shut up!" "As if you care after everything you've done." He made a frightening approach to me.

I raised my hands in confusion. "Have I done everything? "What are you talking about?" None of this m
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