Owned By The Devil
[OBTD] CHAPTER 8: Rats in Action

"Jel, come with me to the back of school now!" exclaim Camelia panic.

Jasmine looked up at Camelia who had just ran into the classroom with a panicked face. He put down the ballpoint pen and closed the book he had just understood.

"What the hell, Lia? You said you want to buy food to the cafeteria? Why come back again?" wonder Jasmine.

Camelia clucking. "It's more important than that!"

Jasmine frowned curiously. "What?"

Just after the break bell rang, Camelia took Jasmine to the cafeteria, but the girl was too lazy to get out of the chair. Finally, inevitably, Camelia went alone to the cafeteria and bought food for the two of them.

However, when she was about to enter the canteen, Camelia was astonished when she saw the middle school mading crowded with a group of female students.

Because he was too curious, he also saw the contents of the mading that somehow also attracted his curiosity.

Camelia was shocked as soon as she saw the topic being reported on the mading. Without the ba-bi-bu, she turned towards the classroom and instantly forgot her initial intention of wanting to go to the cafeteria.

"Journalistic ex-cult members make something about lo in mading!" camelia's exclamation filled the deserted classroom.

His other friends have gone somewhere, leaving them both with three other children who are busy with their respective activities.

Jasmine was just next to his eyebrows. A second later he opened his book again, about to continue what he had done earlier.

"Biarin. I don't care." Jasmine said with a cry.

"Lo look at it, Jel. I guarantee you'll be surprised!"

"Gue doesn't want to, Lia." Jasmine replied with a frown.

"Jasmine! As long as you know, yes, instead of sticking mading boards around the classroom, this school actually builds a big wall in the back garden of the school specifically for the work of Journalistic children!"

Jasmine clucked slowly. "Gue knows that, Lia. I've memorized the ins and outs of this school, in fact, I've also memorized the history of Duaja Wijaya!"

Everyone in this school also knows about the existence of a large wall measuring 4x4 meters painted mural built in the back garden of the school just for members of the Journalistic excul.

"Dih, what a intention! But, you haven't seen what they've made of you, Jel. I guarantee you will be surprised after knowing what the contents of mading that Journalism children make. Anyway you should come with me now!" Not wanting to waste any time, she immediately pulled Jasmine out of the classroom and ignored the girl's protesting cry.

They walked outside the classroom to the back garden of the school, where the walls of the Journalistic children are located.

They passed through a crowded corridor with passing students. Many of them took a quick glance towards Jasmine and Camelia.

Jasmine believes that some of them have seen something stuck in the mading about her.

"Surge woy! Move over!" camelia shouted as soon as she arrived in front of the group of female disciples standing in front of the mading. He and Jasmine barged towards the very front.

Jasmine stared at her place.

Members of the Journalistic exculus fill a mading board made of transparent glass measuring 1.5x2 meters attached to one side of the wall contains about Jasmine a.

While the mading board on the other side of the wall still contains the works of other members of the Journalistic exculus.

Crazy one!

Jasmine massaged his forehead slowly. He's really fed up now. Not to mention, right now he had to listen to the trashy babble of some people around him.

"That's the new kid!"

"Today I saw my son go home with Rion."

"Trendar ride times!"

"Take Gellius's son to move here! You moron!"

"Sok a very real existence! Did he try special until the children of Journalism make the contents of this mading only full about him? No use!"

"You know! I don't think there's more useful news!"

"Gue don't accept!"

"Abis Cello, now Ethrion. Maruk girl! Caper here and there, you sasimo!"

Jasmine ignored their insignificant-sounding words in her ears and looked back at the mading with a cold look.

He admitted that the mading titled Jasmine Lavatera, Welcome to SMA Duaja Wijaya which printed thick is really made with epic. Many printed photos of him accompanied by a fairly detailed description.

For example, they put up a picture of him wearing a Paskibra uniform and below it is written an explanation that he had served as chairman of the Paskibra excul when he was still a student of Gellius.

But, what does the Journalism member mean to make something about him without asking permission first? Even all the photos they took were from his social media account.

Jasmine cursed in heart.

His manic stared at the mading in front of him sharply. Inwardly he cursed anyone who dared to intrude on his privacy like this.

"Tell me, they're the same permission? Who asked you to do the interview? When were you interviewed by them?"

Jasmine turned towards Camelia. He immediately remembered when he was approached by the head of Journalism while waiting for Ethrion to practice Basketball. "Their two samperin me while at GOR Basket. A melody? Ah yes, Elodie."

"Jeez, Je. I forgot to say the same!" squeak Camelia suddenly.

"Say what?"

"Elodie's one of the people you should be hindarin at this school!"

Jasmine frowning. "Why?"

"He's Rion's cousin! The reason he became the head of journalism is that. Let him be free to decet with Rion using the pretext of finding materials for magazines or school mading!"

"Oh."

"And you don't suspect that? They make a full mading about lo kayak gini there must be a certain intent, Je!" camelia Sent.

"Gue knew that, Lia," Jasmine replied still with a calm look.

Jasmine thought that there was a possibility that they would make the mading so that she would be hated even more. Making something excessive about him like this would of course trigger the hate speech thrown at him to peak.

However, Jasmine's pretty face now gave off an expression of interest. He became a little curious, roughly how far would they dare to harass him?

"Again, yesterday you kesambet what to want to be invited home with him?" camelia asked with an annoyed look. But a second later he was silent. He's aware of something. "Eh, wait a minute. Not yesterday you brought a bike with you got a brother, huh?"

Yeah, correct.

Jasmine exhaled slowly. He forgot to tell his cousin about yesterday's motorcycle incident. Jasmine looked around. Because there were still many disciples wandering around her so she pulled Camelia's arm towards a more deserted place.

"Why? Did something happen?" camelia asked after they were in a fairly quiet corner of the park, away from the crowd earlier.

Jasmine was actually still a little hesitant to tell the events of yesterday or not. But, it seemed like she had to tell it to Camelia, after all, the girl was her cousin. So, she believed that Camelia would definitely not spread what she would tell others.

"So yesterday ...."