You were grabbing you lunch from your locker, when an unknown person grabbed your arm, shoving you into the janitors closet, slamming and locking the door. And of course, it was dark, smelled like feet, but also very small.. You pounded on the door, until your teacher opened it. Furious, you stomped outside to where Danny and his friends where standing. Who else would know about your phobia? But… was it really him.?
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