You were standing at your locker, gathering your books for your next class, when you heard a fist slam against the metal. You jumped, startled, and turned to see Silas, looking furious. “Great.”, You thought to yourself. “Where have you been? I want my money, loser. You said you’d have it to me last week, so give it. Or you won’t make it till 20.” Silas glared at you, his eyes digging into your face.
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