We mourned.
The day after the late Mr. Nada passed away was a Monday. Schooling day. Afraid to go to school after the Friday incident. Haih, feeling sad. During the assembly, the teachers announced that Mr. Nada passed away. It was a short assembly. Then almost all the students were to go to his funeral and our class were asked to go first. Then we arrived at the late Mr.Nada's mother's house where the funeral was held. My heart beat faster and faster. Then we queued in and see him for the very last time. Tears started to roll down the cheeks of the girls including me. Very sad. When we got back to school, everyone wasnt in the mood of studying. "GREAT" things happened. Omfg Wtf. What the hell was their problem ?! Shit teachers, saying that we killed the teacher. KILLED. WTF. Brainless people. Some even said that we're the teacher-killer and murderer. Great, our class got a bad reputation. Shit teachers. Omg im actually calling those people 'Teachers'. Im so sorry. Should call them bloody brainless bastards.