I saw what I saw. A crime committed at a narrow alley behind a building that I attend to. I witnessed it as I was taking out the trash. The moment I saw it, I don’t know if I should let them know that I was there—of course, I shouldn’t, right? —or should I film them? —most probably. But what gain will get out from it? Nothing. Probably hate—for not minding my own business. Probably I will fear for the rest of my life—I don’t want that, too. So, in the end, what did I do?
I simply brushed my dirty hands on my uniform before turning my back at them. I fixed my glasses then started walking away until the door slammed closed behind. It was not my business. I shouldn’t meddle. I want my life to live in peace.
And besides, I just saw the queen and king of the school making out at that narrow alley behind the school building.
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