Four-leafed Clover By Rav Prasad
Usually, the long-awaited melody of the school bell on a Friday afternoon would open up the door to freedom for the next two days. Not today.
Today, I had a second door to conquer - Zane. Before last Saturday I would have been proud to call him my best mate. And, if he hadn't violated the 'mate's code of conduct' by messing around with my girl, I probably would still be calling him that. There's a certain line you just don't cross and he skipped right over it. Now he was nothing to me--nothing but the opposition in our impending fight.
"Alright gentlemen, that was the bell. Class…
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