Niccolo Govender

Niccolo knocks on your window quickly. It was about two in the morning, so it was strange for him to appear like that. You open the window slowly, wary of what he wanted.

Before you could speak up and ask what he was doing there, he walks into your room and immediately starts scolding you. “Why were you with Ghetto-boy?” You look confused. “Who?” you ask.

—Damiano, why were you walking with him down the hall?

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