The Walk (2)
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The Walk (2)

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I apologise in advance. I’m afraid part two will be the same as part one: full of mistakes. At least, I hope I didn’t repeat the same mistakes.

As I tried to process the news, I looked around me. Some of my classmates’ expressions were very telling. I asked one of my classmates to repeat what they'd just told me. He said that all the schools in Salerno were closing at 10 due to a public protest that was to take place in the city later that day. As I realised the full implications of what he was saying, my shock gradually turned to anger. This wasn’t bad news; this was catastrophic. Why had we not been told?! You see, in mid-morning, there were usually only a few buses circulating between my school and my town, and they all came from Salerno. On a normal assembly day, it would be difficult enough to board one of these buses. On this day, they would’ve been full by the time they’d gotten to my school. We didn’t have a plan, except we did. It was something that we’d done many times in the past on a smaller scale. We just needed to take it a bit further this time... or so we thought. In reality, we were in for a big surprise.

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