It’s been 3 years and I haven’t seen him. XXX Until then however, I’m Mr. Jack the Ripper..who was he? If she works here she must not be a good girl.” (Smirk 😉
She beckons to me and I walk towards her slowly. Along with the rest of the zombies I gather up my possesions and I trudge out of the too bright room before the bell rings. He doesn’t smile back and mine fades. I promise. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class.” He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. I can’t help it. I wonder how long I was out. “Mr. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. If I don’t kill you here you’ll only be in my way in the future.
