Oh- uh- h-hey Flash. Is-is it that time already? I laugh weakly. I groan as he shoves me against the lockers with a loud bang. This again? Isn’t it a bit cliche?? Flash just laughs and drives his fist into my gut, saying something about liking the “Classics” as he snatches my glasses and basketball shoots them into the trashcan. I groan sharply and cough, I wish I could use my strength on this jerk… but I won’t. Instead I just play the weakling, sometimes Flash pushes me to my limit.
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