JACKSON
“Who are you?” I yelled as I retained myself from tripping.
She was still shaking. She wasn't Sarah, she wasn't from Inkstone either. So why did she cover herself? Why was she running? And did she come because she wanted to see me?
I have come to deduce that my brain didn't conclude that she was Sarah because of her masked face, I also concluded because of her suspicious actions.
If not, I know Sarah too well to know her stature and disposition.
“Who are you?” I asked again, throttling her. She came off so naive and fearful, so why did she indulge in an act like this?
“I met you at the football competition.” She struggled to speak. Taking her words one after the other since I was applying pressure on her neck.
“And?” I swallowed, ready to make her pay for wa……
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