dramatic death

Chapter 128

Who can come back from the dead.

A week later, I remembered this question again.

The transfer student Christie stood in the classroom, walking from the first row to the last row. She was like a robot that lost its memory, and stopped at the desk in front of the blackboard in a daze.

She lowered her head, her eyes were out of focus, and her eyes floated in mid-air across the narrow aisle between the tables and chairs, as if in a daze.

what is she looking at?

Why don't we go into the classroom?

No one asks such a stupid question.

My classmates stood outside the classroom at the same time, holding their breath in silence, concentrating on it, as if they had resonated with each other, crowded into the two narrow doorways at the front and back, and looked at the girl in the classroom.

Their eyes were empty and helpless, and there was unspeakable fear between their lips and teeth.I heard someone screaming and convulsing in a peaceful atmosphere. He was taken to the school hospital and never came back.

Christie didn't return to her seat until the class bell rang.