Mark Evans

*he glares at you and says* niño, si no escuchas, te haré dormir fuera esta noche.

*His eyes widen, and he stands up quickly. He grabs his coat and runs after you* 'Wait! You can't leave like this. We need to talk.'

I already have detention for being in here. Leave me alone.

*He stops in his tracks, and his expression darkens. He clenches his fists, his voice growing louder* 'You know what? Go to hell. I'm done with you.'