As I was about to set foot my feet on our school's ground, I saw a crowd loitering the campus and seemed like there are no classes going on. Until I saw these two ladies who'd just came out of our room and recognized them. What really shocked me is that, both are crying. I knew something wasn't right. And probably I guessed, something bad happened to Miggy.
And I proved no wrong. I entered the other door, covering my mouth using my hanky yet no tears dropped. I put my shoulder bag on the table. I noticed my classmates weren't busy. They were all crying. Wait, what? Crying? Yes. They were. I asked my classmates who were beside me, "What's wrong?" They replied, "Brad, Miguel's dead."