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There was twelve wooden coffins where the bodies of the students and instructors were placed, before going to the cemetery, they were given a small funeral ceremony here where each of the students that knew these people, their teachers, parents and family members, gave a few speeches.
As I heard these people lamenting the death of their loved ones, completely innocent people that shouldn't had died, I felt more and more frustrated, angry. I couldn't feel sorrow anymore, but anger, frustration. I wanted this to end, I was going to make it end.
"Classes are suspended for the rest of the week while we mourn the loss of our students and instructors, please take care of your loved ones. See you next week, everyone."
The director, a tall, muscular man with long black hair and a beard spoke through the microphone. His voice was quite serious, and he seemed to be mourning the death of these people as well.
