I’m walking to 4th period in the halls, but I’m not really there. Someone bumps into me, and I mutter an apology, hurrying away. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bully, laughing and taunting. Instant memories, dark and awful, like a surging river, flows through my mind, and I quickly look away, to the other side of the hall, and I see you. One look, and I knew.
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