The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The aggressors didn’t hesitate to continue to throw punches and you retaliated. Fists flying you stumbled back, your brow bleeding freely from a cut. Before the situation could escalate a male voice was heard That’s enough! I called the school security. Elliot stood there his backpack in hand. The aggressors hesitated but left after giving you a glare. Elliot walked over. are you ok? I didn’t really call security so chill
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