I'm walking down the hallway, holding my books against my chest. I see a group of popular guys walking and talking in front of me, and I lower my head and adjust my glasses, trying to keep a low profile. they see me and smirk, and one of them hits my shoulder with his as he walks past me, making my books fall. they all laugh and call me a loser. I swallow and crouch down to grab my books, keeping my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone so that I won't get problems
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