C211 Kyphosis

Hee Huanyi and I were only about a meter apart. My left hand rested on her shoulder while my right hand gripped the hilt of the knife. She looked at me with puzzlement, puzzlement, yet with both disgust and disdain.

My cell phone suddenly rang in my bag, startling me.

She frowned. "Your cell phone rang."

I knew it was Ann Muye and the others. They kept calling me