Boyce fainted and fell down.
The man threw away the stick and was a bit scared. He worried that he had killed the man with a stick. Nowadays, there were so many bad guys. He appeared in the water for no reason. He must not be a good person either. He consoled himself and then carried the man up and threw him to a deserted place.
Then, he ran back, packed up his things and ran away during the night.
He was afraid of being blackmailed for money and afraid that he would have to go to jail if he killed someone, so he took the opportunity to escape.
This was a remote village a hundred kilometers away from City B. The people in the village were not rich and most of the young guys had gone out to work, leaving the elderly and children at home.
After her mother’s death, she had no incentive to earn money. After burying her mother, she wanted to stay in her hometown and find a job to simply gain a living. However, the people in her hometown always talked bad about her. So, she left.
She was once a volunteer in the village. She knew that the people there were poor and no one wanted to become a teacher here. So, she left her hometown and came to this village which was a hundred kilometers away from City B to work as a teacher.
She came from a poor place as well so she knew how difficult it was for children from poor families to go to school. Since she did not have a mother to look to, she put all her hopes on these children.
There were five classes and three teachers in the school in total. Apart from her, there were two other teachers who were the headmaster, who was in his 50s and a teacher who came back to the village to support the children after studying at university because the school in the big city had not yet started. After some time, he would leave.
Jasmine taught Year 2 and Year 1 language, and Year 3, 4 and 5 drawing and singing.
Her first class this morning was Year 2 language. Chris, the best-performing and most disciplined person in the class, was late.
As soon as he entered the classroom, he shouted, “Ms. Burke, it’s not good ...”
Jasmine, who was writing the words that needed to be recognized on the blackboard, did not look back and said, “Sit down first and tell me after taking a breath.”
Chris still stood in the doorway akimbo, “I saw a dead man on my way to school.”
Jasmine put down her chalk and frowned, “What are you talking about?”
“I said, I saw a dead man,” Chris said word by word.
“Where is it?” Jasmine walked over, “Bring me there.”
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