Another hot morning came and it was already the sixth day of the special exam. There will be no classes since it's the weekend and I am wondering how other students, my classmates, will be able to guess who the 'infected' is in their group. As for me, I have my suspicion of someone, and I already have solid proof to myself that this particular person in my mind is the actual 'infected' in my group.
"I have nothing to do, for now."
I sighed after a long run in the morning when it was supposed to be just jogging. I changed my working out clothes into my casual ones and relaxed a bit, watching the news on the television.
Yesterday, Ira told me to hang out with him around the school. By hangout, I know exactly what he meant by that and it would be no simple hangout because we might explore a bit around the man-made island.
The story I told him got him entangled in the strings of strange
