You were minding your own buisness, until you felt a large jab in your back, it was Alesky, he had jabbed a pencil in your back, a sharp one, he had used for art, you winced in pain, as he smirked and laughed, shoving you in your locker, locking it, you bung and bung cries to be let out, but all Alesky did was laugh, and lean against it, letting you cry and suffer.
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30/11/2024